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Starry &#13;
starry night &#13;
paint your palette blue and grey &#13;
&#13;
look out on a summer's day &#13;
with eyes that know the &#13;
darkness in my soul. &#13;
Shadows on the hills &#13;
sketch the trees and the daffodils &#13;
&#13;
catch the breeze and the winter chills &#13;
&#13;
in colors on the snowy linen land. &#13;
And now I understand what you tried to say to me &#13;
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how you suffered for your sanity &#13;
how you tried to set them free. &#13;
They would not listen &#13;
they did not know how &#13;
&#13;
perhaps they'll listen now. &#13;
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Starry &#13;
starry night &#13;
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze &#13;
&#13;
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in &#13;
Vincent's eyes of China blue. &#13;
Colors changing hue &#13;
morning fields of amber grain &#13;
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weathered faces lined in pain &#13;
are soothed beneath the artist's &#13;
loving hand. &#13;
And now I understand what you tried to say to me &#13;
&#13;
how you suffered for your sanity &#13;
how you tried to set them free. &#13;
perhaps they'll listen now. &#13;
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For they could not love you &#13;
but still your love was true &#13;
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and when no hope was left in sight on that starry &#13;
starry night. &#13;
You took your life &#13;
as lovers often do; &#13;
But I could have told you &#13;
Vincent &#13;
this world was never &#13;
meant for one &#13;
as beautiful as you. &#13;
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Starry &#13;
starry night &#13;
portraits hung in empty halls &#13;
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frameless heads on nameless walls &#13;
with eyes &#13;
that watch the world and can't forget. &#13;
Like the stranger that you've met &#13;
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the ragged men in ragged clothes &#13;
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the silver thorn of bloddy rose &#13;
lie crushed and broken &#13;
on the virgin snow. &#13;
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me &#13;
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how you suffered for your sanity &#13;
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how you tried to set them free. &#13;
They would not listen &#13;
they're not &#13;
list'ning still &#13;
perhaps they never will. &#13;
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