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Starry starry night
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Paint your palette blue
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And grey
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Look out on a summers day
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With eyes that know the darkness
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In my soul
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Shadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees
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And the daffodills
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Catch the breeze and the
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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
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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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Starry starry night
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Flaming flowers
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That brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincents eyes
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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 artists
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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World and cant 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 ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken on
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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
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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're not listening still
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Perhaps they never will
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