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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; G9 H, W+ W- B1 t- s& H 
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,  
) \3 f6 A7 U& ^4 t/ c. q" ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ h: z( e* D2 W" k- M5 i 
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : h  Y& ]2 h- C- z( D; _# M 
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, J2 \! \8 r+ X9 U/ D7 F 
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 k2 `% u0 [( J7 p4 y 
How you tried to set them free, ! s9 J% j8 f; h/ I' F 
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ I% R; b; Y  { 
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,  
+ K! z0 B6 F8 H4 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) I# M. m: _: k 
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % @2 J! G7 _2 k2 T9 L" E) p8 T 
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.  
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+ z, B- g0 t; B& rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 a$ u: I$ e8 }) U# A6 d1 r  Z 
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,  
' c8 M2 t9 Q4 [4 M1 S5 f1 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,  
0 o) n9 k1 v7 t& Y6 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 a. A" a+ _% d 
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.  
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8 j9 @5 v& a, I* v7 L+ E5 v0 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,  
: C, {- t  X3 E: g6 Y5 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.  
0 c2 B) I, T" x- f/ s8 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 {, r. V8 v$ ^ 
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p5 a( i' F! G5 z& V3 d2 l 
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , K. ~0 x. u- Z+ V 
How you suffered for you sanity,( N. j% |+ p% m( i7 M# F1 y 
How you tried to set them free,  
9 J8 s' K2 H& ]  b+ F% mThey  would not listen they're not listening still,  
. x* D+ _$ P. ~3 m1 d# zPerhaps they never will.  |   
 
 
 
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