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 Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ G2 z0 q" t2 D+ i. @0 F
 Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
 9 y) x% |. ]7 x- U1 j( }& DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
 & L; V) o! U4 P( eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 N2 K# v5 }0 q
 Now I understand what you tried to say to me,  g6 h' [' ~. B: w( D
 How you suffered for you sanity,
 7 E5 N' l. ^- N1 \' bHow you tried to set them free, / V# ], L2 Y& V, q3 o. |) [9 W
 They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
 . b- V- I: \" ~+ ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Z1 [/ m; C- [- d
 Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
 . T6 {( d! v+ I4 ^+ G/ A" gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
 0 W( u% f. H6 V! z1 K$ L+ PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s4 U3 g, m* w
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 For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
 9 ]+ L/ \. i2 l. S, ~6 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
 1 K/ n* f8 u; k; U0 p9 R6 E, dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
 ! `% C" V, X7 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, . X6 R& s1 N9 c1 m( s+ K
 This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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 Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
 , d) n3 m  o, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . {: k8 ^9 t8 v0 ~) C* ~, P
 Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,   Y$ I1 }: [+ I' f. k
 The 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,
 ! z, D% C3 Z5 N0 z& U% m. m# {8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
 ' X- k( I+ _1 \* e! h( O2 VHow you tried to set them free, ' K4 }) S" s$ m+ p1 [/ x; b
 They  would not listen they're not listening still, ' w: c5 \0 ?( D$ D. k( W+ `
 Perhaps they never will.
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