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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, C, B/ D) J! z' C9 W9 r1 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
o8 [8 K# Y% c! L7 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& \# l: n7 y4 f# V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 N3 e6 d7 Y* {4 E9 g; C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 `6 h5 `7 z2 ~. a1 k. {
How you suffered for you sanity,
; |% f$ l% ]# ?- n7 WHow you tried to set them free,
3 P' w0 [4 t" H oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Q9 V; P7 E( Q# ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 y# ~9 l9 N4 m6 ?/ G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 L, y g% V9 m# Z7 c6 A, j4 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Q1 s- ~4 ?( U0 p: lWeathered 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,
% {; a, L; G" ]$ h6 c% c* cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 i" k/ c. m4 Y9 `; h+ e9 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : j8 u7 z/ e \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 J$ Y8 Y- ?3 ~9 Z. iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! q# Z, h% E) M4 w7 x' X( `
( @6 c# G" g u5 F8 {2 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 s2 h5 S3 D* L+ ?+ D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 g8 f/ o9 s! c" F1 U# r! V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ B6 x. j# F$ x( BThe 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,
, o; J5 \. T, B3 }) `/ I$ cHow you suffered for you sanity,7 t$ {' ]$ U9 W( p8 M. W2 p
How you tried to set them free, 8 x% {6 {; ~& l& [/ r& J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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