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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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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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
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For one as beautiful as you.
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Like the strangers that you've met
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The 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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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're not listening still --
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Perhaps they never will...
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Vincent - Starry, Starry Night (Don McLean)
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| Chloe Agnew |
