> Starry starry night
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> Paint your palette blue and grey
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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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> Flaming 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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> Morning 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 in sight on that
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> Starry starry night
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> You took your life as lovers often do
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> 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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> 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 bloddy 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