| Starry, starry night
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| Paint your pallet blue and grey
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| Look out on a summers 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 daffodils
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| Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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| In colors on the snowy lined land
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| Now I understand
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| What you tried to say to me 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
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| They do not know how
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| Perhaps they’ll listen now
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| Starry, starry night
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| Flaming flowers that brightly blazed
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| Swirling clouds and 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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| Morning fields of amber grey
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| Whethered faces lined in pain
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| Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
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| Now I understand
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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
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| 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 your 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 But I could have told you Vincent
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| This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
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| Like the strangers that you’ve met
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| The ragged man in ragged clothes
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| The silver thorn
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| 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 And how you suffered for your sanity
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| And how you tried to set them free
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| They were not listening
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| They’re not listening still
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| Perhaps they never will |