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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ^$ B7 B. Y. J; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 [, K: V6 N$ y2 y" I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ i1 l/ f2 F+ K) @# o* bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ O( d/ ?7 d z9 x: I) X7 z6 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me," ?5 u# ]; [; f5 r! y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 H; H: C* Q( j# XHow you tried to set them free,
8 o$ l$ G$ Y9 q5 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% P; \# V/ h1 V# q0 t& ]* ^/ h" ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' o% V% | @+ d2 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 t+ n9 k# ]; J% K+ e0 u* u8 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; v0 P3 z8 q+ O- e3 |Weathered 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,
' c- O U X( H! q* iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ H) ]- J) ^6 u* u8 p) kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % z1 K/ _/ v0 C5 l+ R7 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ]6 E2 @0 W7 {) R- a+ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ ?3 p- R+ F: [3 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ~ G S3 U1 ?- Q9 w" l6 F! o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 |0 Q! g, g0 Z8 U$ j+ WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 |" _8 s- i; R4 v# C" F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( V' N& z2 D) d5 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 R3 B/ ]; s5 p7 @- B- c KHow you suffered for you sanity," s! }4 J9 o3 l9 d2 I+ s6 F1 C
How you tried to set them free, # Q+ _$ @8 C3 V6 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, " [- @/ T" N- w# H; g
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