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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / m# P: m D; [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- N% M7 f6 v* d. j4 Q; N4 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! D3 z0 y4 f8 W" d" T8 r, XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ G; a C7 b( f# T0 `2 A2 ^& NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! \' Y- T$ f% E, Z& nHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ t f1 q! J0 [0 ?2 O$ rHow you tried to set them free, 2 A9 g% ^* ^* S6 Z/ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 a. f: |: X! O6 y' r$ `5 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& T. G4 {( @& e; Q- Q8 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 U/ L' O9 g0 u2 ^' c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* a) n# e3 g& i, D% SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; g8 t( ^0 d9 x$ }0 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ^- j# ^- A0 k: IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # g% R) }$ T2 F, R
But I could have told you, Vincent, - V% B) y, B7 m, X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# g4 X# T6 Z2 D1 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 b7 G: z' }. O, aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ]# X. K g$ d; }% R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! X% i$ R/ |1 U* V; o# W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 v b$ k# R8 z0 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % U& {# |( w6 b% m$ Q7 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
! d" p1 d. g5 C, gHow you tried to set them free, % W9 k- z4 R" N( E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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