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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 H/ V4 A5 E- z2 H* YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ D/ m8 `8 n' m ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 y% {: A7 P/ D% bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. R o$ k1 A h; x E: Z! lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' S: S' I7 o7 K+ w8 `. f4 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ k' C+ ~! h$ M1 z; G2 }: F9 aHow you tried to set them free, * t# E2 y- M' W1 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & r4 T3 s- X R& u$ ^/ t% n0 L# g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * A) V( q+ J; }0 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 B; ^2 P+ G3 }, w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% h4 p( v; o+ `' Z0 A% a1 m; XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' `: n v) z+ s3 g+ n) AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ e- G+ d& w1 B" R" |0 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 M0 I" y, J7 q" B5 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 D% `4 n, F. F: D$ VBut I could have told you, Vincent, * Z' ?9 e7 o% h! T: x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + {% D& t0 x5 g3 L; G9 d& w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- M7 Y" T' R+ g% l. ~( b/ t; c9 g% _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ]& w4 y1 N; U6 @( ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 S+ Y7 h; k4 b% V% I" g
- U$ b! t# Q. @3 A" A1 g) MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 P$ k: O. }* j* \# t& ]How you suffered for you sanity,
' v& M" \' b( y6 l: [0 G e( nHow you tried to set them free, : H- G/ j+ @% d% }- x4 I0 n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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