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# X0 I1 ~4 G! {, l0 f0 s4 T" pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 a/ q' a" Q0 H8 S. C! F( CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 p9 I/ d' c- E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* q* ]) F# G) I$ C8 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% D2 N- i) y! i$ TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 W5 d5 z! x% E. {" j: @How you suffered for you sanity,
, |# _- s0 G5 ?# k" CHow you tried to set them free, 3 k# d" K3 v6 @0 I3 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * W, @' R, W0 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ L2 a. R' `$ V/ p% MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ K- o3 q7 L0 x" QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 l. Z" u0 {4 K% y7 ] W
Weathered 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, 0 o7 W+ j# X2 ~/ q3 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! a+ L4 x; G9 C2 I9 U8 B$ u" r# eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 X2 x! a- Q; L: N& o6 f( cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 U5 q" C& Y( T5 q7 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 l! f* g' k9 k. {- z, F9 B4 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; X. L( V9 h' F* Y q4 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
I) o( d! x- BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
q5 q+ ^& K* n' K' p8 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; B7 E7 D8 f8 E, E1 n1 @; s3 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( y- a( J4 Y4 F6 {How you suffered for you sanity," E" W8 k1 j$ ]6 B3 M
How you tried to set them free, 7 x: K& x( k! Y. y# d0 e: c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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