(Don McLean)
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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 daffodils
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Catch the breeze and 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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They did 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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Vincent (Starry Starry Night)
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| Vonda Shepard |
