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 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
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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 what you tried to say to me
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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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For they could not love you
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And still your love was true
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And when no hope was left inside 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 as beautiful as you
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Starry, starry night
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Portraits hung in empty hall
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Frameless heads 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 man in 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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Then 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..
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Vincent
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| Dana Winner |
