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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F1 D5 i: a' q. \1 |# r2 C) j5 u* bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- B' e" Q6 G+ I! i# YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ l6 b# L9 ?' v8 B- Q7 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / z( R- N( r# n" m3 E6 {3 [$ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 B" X' \" D# }
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Y3 Q% h% u( oHow you tried to set them free,
/ z' M0 h/ i8 x' B! ?' yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 u, [ |7 @' d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ e3 e$ ^: r7 @8 L( ?9 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; A5 a( }7 u. L. QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Y2 C; A; U; o' RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 r7 Z: g1 i, p7 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 \# T, R$ e. l: {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % e2 z( w7 R$ l) x1 I7 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, |. s, v7 ]: D5 F* tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# b8 R. j9 H! h. v B5 T" i7 I* WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ X; N* l+ [* l- B5 k; j! Z$ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 _$ m' J5 n% f* S7 i* q! S! h3 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 O( z# i+ s# @, `3 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* r3 x% |$ B" @" }How you suffered for you sanity,5 k& U3 V7 O# `; [
How you tried to set them free, ! y) P& O6 N: Q& S5 O$ O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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