| 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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| 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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| 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 |