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Starry Starry night Flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's Loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free. Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you But still your love was true
