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Starry, starry night |
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Paint your palette |
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blue and grey |
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Look out on a |
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summer's day |
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With eyes that know |
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the darkness in my soul |
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Shadows on the hills |
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Sketch the trees |
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and the daffodils |
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Catch the breeze |
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and the winter chills |
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In colors on the |
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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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How you suffered |
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for your sanity |
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How you tried |
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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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Starry, starry night |
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Flaming flowers that |
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brightly blaze |
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Swirling |
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clouds in violet haze |
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Reflect in Vincent's |
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eyes of China blue |
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Colors changing hue |
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morning field of amber grain |
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Weathered faces |
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lined in pain |
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Are soothed beneath the |
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artist's loving hand |
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Now I understand |
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How you suffered |
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for your sanity |
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How you tried |
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to set them free |
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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 |
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hope was left in sight |
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On that starry, starry night |
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You took your life |
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as lovers often do |
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But I could have told you |
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Vincent |
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This world was never meant |
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for oneAs beautiful as you |
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Starry, starry night |
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Portraits hung in empty halls |
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Frameless head on |
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nameless walls |
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With eyes that watch |
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the world and can't forget |
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Like the strangers |
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that you've met |
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The ragged men |
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in the ragged clothes |
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The silver thorn of |
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bloody rose |
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Lie crushed and broken |
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on the virgin snow |
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Now I think I know |
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How you suffered |
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for your sanity |
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How you |
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tried to set them free |
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They would not listen |
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they're not listening still |
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Perhaps they never will |
