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3 j+ y; \0 P3 |; J; qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 e& z; M/ L' C7 z TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: b' ^! t) o7 b; N5 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* d. R3 Z2 n/ ^5 A, n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
t7 x0 I0 X3 Q8 u, _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 [( M8 R5 ?0 }7 C; F# w5 uHow you suffered for you sanity, Y3 \8 j, p/ T+ M6 a, m/ x8 M9 G
How you tried to set them free,
9 W3 E& c {$ a/ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 y' w7 k1 w& gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- q. Y/ G3 n7 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! V) G* `/ n, n: ~0 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, E* k! T( L/ w* S6 I7 ]. eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( O4 _1 R. g, C# E2 ^; tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. Y c$ H8 M4 E! P- V/ W% I; oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& c7 w5 N5 \" e. m/ I, wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# m2 N7 @: S4 q& x1 M2 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 g% k3 \# G3 O) U$ k4 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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e* ~2 q6 n- d4 L) h+ r5 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ B0 G0 y6 j- ~% b2 A7 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * H; s' b. k# w+ r* s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 i0 H( r" h7 l" kThe 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,
" m& R8 ?6 \8 m, X. D, iHow you suffered for you sanity,5 w) ~* V1 N" ^0 q
How you tried to set them free, / r: O6 _: M, o3 U/ D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 I& P* V* Y" s' A
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