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$ P0 F G3 G# U& h" P+ aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ~- @4 `5 n8 D" Y& {9 d1 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' n7 `& i5 ~# dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 N! c M% \/ h, ?! c4 n4 C' m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 K- I7 C; N4 b5 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( E8 \! }+ t0 t, f9 @How you suffered for you sanity,
. Z" l( E& {3 H4 Q1 F& qHow you tried to set them free,
$ Y! ^) F, X' V6 E; Y4 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ s' v. Q9 T) ~& X: i! ^$ MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K- v7 G7 u5 b+ I0 A8 \6 R0 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 S3 x& E. B. t2 s4 Y6 [7 S0 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! L& e. ]& K% J9 M0 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 U$ Q# v! O9 k! W% g1 K1 S# _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 H$ J4 u( v2 q0 z3 N4 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + I7 j% ^% q' c; I4 I# s) X/ s( q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% l( v" Z4 ~9 I# s. m5 ^* ^* bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ p* `3 x4 p# K/ L" B9 P* j$ X: ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. T! w* l) w4 s4 h# u2 c+ D3 Y8 C9 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Z; M) d2 T$ h+ mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. H4 w% ~/ r) u$ P) N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , e0 b, V, H o9 O; j# ~% x& u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 u9 U, }3 O, }7 V+ B0 |
3 y. E5 x. K) P9 H7 t' NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' n; ?3 Y6 [1 N2 H+ g' V1 n! KHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 B# E5 Q- K! h, QHow you tried to set them free, 7 K/ p. o. B/ L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 J$ A2 h. P! O/ o* c
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