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: L5 y( M X1 z& T' c# N; GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 ^4 H* p) H7 a3 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Z% U1 i3 Y$ K+ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 A+ f7 t3 \9 c( aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + H1 d& C0 R# I0 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, O# y+ S/ n5 S% a9 Q; J
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 p, h6 M; H) v" F- E' F' fHow you tried to set them free,
5 f! ?- ~0 x7 b! ` D' ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 E- h; b# {' z, g0 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) i# ~2 O( T& B7 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ q6 K2 p6 m' a BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ g0 t* Z+ i+ @3 d+ B8 s6 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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V+ i0 Z' @$ F7 h7 V& G! {/ ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 N+ Z# `! h4 q, g3 v7 H+ [6 L* U2 y0 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) T$ N) P/ C3 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 T* Q6 k( M3 ~ W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( p, o5 r5 ^8 N+ J: }$ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ]" ^8 M' _* d# kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + m, B7 g6 e* X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . x/ F( A* X2 Y) {9 ]' O- R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 z5 F! g0 A- D8 V2 x
1 n# J+ ]: l, ?8 o j" ]) g* FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% J! d# r! J$ M2 Y! UHow you suffered for you sanity,0 l( f6 v# l9 z5 I
How you tried to set them free, ( K5 u& J; N( u0 J/ q+ a" T7 O$ t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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