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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 what you tried to say to me, |
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How you suffered for your sanity, |
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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, morning field 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 what you tried to say to me, |
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How you suffered for your sanity, |
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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 |
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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 have told you, Vincent, |
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This world was never meant for one |
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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 head 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 the ragged clothes, |
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The silver thorn of bloody rose, |
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, |
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How you suffered for your sanity, |
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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. |