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 $ J4 A+ C) O9 _, ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
 m5 p* [- X- _5 v* }7 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
 9 b$ Z  d! j9 L- _2 u2 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) f; }/ c* N, a9 ]( z! `: ?
 Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 q9 m  `3 `: ?% H' O( h& E
 Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% ~- H  l9 y2 }" G/ u. w
 How you suffered for you sanity,
 ! ]9 g( s+ A' P. ^+ {' HHow you tried to set them free, * y! O/ f7 W0 c
 They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
 - o. q& p% ]: UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
 7 q0 f2 [6 [7 W, I! p. bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ~( V) n$ |; r
 Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / D1 Y0 n% {8 \2 v8 }* E. T
 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,
 5 ?  j, v5 X4 q* E9 d; x, N- L3 Y3 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
 + e5 V8 T) b4 r/ y* _# AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
 0 T- s3 n+ T* ^; x, NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
 # y. e  k1 a  \3 ^6 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ]" ^9 x) u, p2 b" e' P
 
 2 `& |" [( u. j  D+ q- _, r6 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 h9 X' y: ?2 f
 Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
 ' c% I8 C5 ^. Z* Y- [- GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
 ) k2 F0 s% `4 @9 y$ pThe 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,
 5 o7 U0 Y1 N! G9 w+ vHow you suffered for you sanity,: D0 h3 d. l; n- P2 p4 D
 How you tried to set them free,
 , `% j5 h: ~, M3 _  H  I' o2 Z7 DThey  would not listen they're not listening still, 1 @3 u- O5 l# L3 O/ O5 ~6 o$ t% w
 Perhaps they never will.
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