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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( B7 @8 ^1 \) a4 \& j2 @8 i7 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- W/ t( \7 t4 _8 x& QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& k- m% b% i8 X0 Y" q1 v! a' a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 \+ r: K+ D' R1 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 I( {: h' X" O4 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
" p3 u, }. z+ O; {How you tried to set them free,
# C# F. e9 \$ B3 Y7 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 u8 ? \9 D6 e, z; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / O; ~- d9 N- V `6 O/ t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) @$ g* P# K* F. z/ |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 W D8 g9 {8 Y, i& K& b( V1 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 e# Z# Z' M, [& N8 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Z( Q- l0 R6 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " W& h# _, R" h# W9 U2 t- f* i$ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ w7 V/ W" J: NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 I3 L I, w2 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ?* e6 d8 }( t! @( x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 X$ P. ]/ N/ L3 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : Q5 G; T5 L* e# d9 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% E. _5 N9 p0 z% G" E. X: f/ O7 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 x/ t+ f- r+ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 e0 P) _1 m9 X9 Q/ F7 D
How you suffered for you sanity,4 ?( J9 c/ V' p' d7 k
How you tried to set them free, 9 }/ v4 Q% o9 Y7 z1 c: o( q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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