(originally by 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 day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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Shadows on the hill
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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 what you tried to say to me
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And 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
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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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Portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world
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And can't forget like strangers
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That you've met
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Ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn, a bloody 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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How you suffered for your sanity
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And 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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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 inside
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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've 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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Vincent
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