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Starry, starry night
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Paint your palette blue and gray
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Look out on a summer`s day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul...
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Shadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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In colors on the snowy linen land.
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say, to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free:
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They would not listen: they did not know how --
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Perhaps they`ll listen now.
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Starry, starry night
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Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent`s eyes of china blue
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Colors changing hue
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orning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist`s loving hand.
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say, to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free:
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They would not listen: they did not know how --
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Perhaps they`ll listen now.
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For they could not love you
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But still, your love was true
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And when no hope was left inside
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On that starry, starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do --
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But I could`ve told you, Vincent:
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This world was never meant
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For one as beautiful as you.
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Starry, Starry night
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can`t forget
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Like the strangers that you`ve met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn, a bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know
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What you tried to say, to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free:
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They would not listen they`re not listening still
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Perhaps they never will
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Vincent
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