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 Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
 ' n5 P/ N) l; D. SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ F. H+ `6 I$ V0 V! G. I2 c
 Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) x; O7 `  `* E/ V# p2 M
 Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 r& p& }1 m9 [3 m1 a; {
 Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ b  |* ]& Q# `5 ]- }, h: U* v
 How you suffered for you sanity, $ c4 N# k- G0 M; T/ Q6 n2 V( _1 q# ]/ C
 How you tried to set them free, + d3 C/ N! I+ Z; |) R; b) y7 A3 @
 They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 q, E+ Q+ H3 [8 w6 a: ?% b
 Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
 ! K2 m' Z! `' OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * z5 R! x3 l, M) P+ Z
 Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
 , F* ?' ?0 j4 b" y' E- S  XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; i; `% f! t5 r1 Y3 N/ q  O# G2 ]
 
 . i. f3 Y+ B, J/ U2 @; LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
 3 M" K" t2 M7 B" P' X' p; IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 s3 N7 K0 S( h8 H* z5 r
 You took your life as lovers ofter do,
 1 I4 I" |2 m& }' tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 ?7 a) V: v! E
 This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & z7 P" y, \5 c% n6 n1 A' }4 R
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 Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
 ; s& q" K' q8 f5 l( g8 g- NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , b8 E3 l/ A0 Y
 Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
 ! {+ E* M3 e; l/ i) S) u7 `# pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; k- q1 E& y) }1 ~
 
 & {6 ^3 n, y( kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ {% q. v, k" R1 y2 c1 \, v
 How you suffered for you sanity,# a: L2 x8 e. U. X5 ^
 How you tried to set them free, , Z, o; b) D; v! x0 u4 E
 They  would not listen they're not listening still,   X, c/ U2 s# `7 b
 Perhaps they never will.
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