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 & q- p3 W' \3 V. r0 e: l) m2 Z  LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % s; a1 r9 `( n' S" k, O
 Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 `# J0 x9 u! w$ r; p% R; v6 j8 ]. t
 Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
 % N8 Z5 U2 s. s) p! E' Q& O8 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
 & s# F- h* ]4 m4 k" }2 s" [# \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
 , B5 g! `' P4 Y  ~, R( ]6 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
 * X* Q  m/ D. [9 w* jHow you tried to set them free, + Y' g7 Q, g2 K$ N$ J
 They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
 / w$ i( Z' l: [8 z4 A) pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 R( u; ?" l% u  s9 Y
 Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * |2 @, C/ F" k, Q
 Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
 2 {& x3 f( L2 r" NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.   M1 q9 g( q3 |
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 For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
 2 t4 K, j; |- q7 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / z: v+ v5 H6 l8 X% _" K8 Z
 You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y1 n; N" T, I' j8 B9 |" `
 But I could have told you, Vincent,
 ( j! L/ F, ~/ R* a! nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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 7 o' F' h$ s6 a8 ^3 Y4 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
 . r# W" H) K. r" X: w  wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
 $ ?5 Q5 a  F/ C: Y3 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 Q: h$ ~& m5 G9 C
 The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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 & ?" k6 b- I, b( mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
 ' D% k5 p4 b: K3 p* Z0 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
 6 l) c2 l" L6 q( F* x* RHow you tried to set them free,
 2 d6 n. e; P0 N. OThey  would not listen they're not listening still,
 % N; U& {% ~& N, G* }/ WPerhaps they never will.
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