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Don Mclean - Vincent

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Starry, starry night 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 Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand
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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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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 Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent"s eyes of china blue
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Colors changing hue 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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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 For they could not love you
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But still your love was true 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 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 halls 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 The ragged men 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 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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How you tried to set them free They would not listen
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They"re not listening still Perhaps they never will
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Don Mclean - Vincent
ARTIST:Gene Vincent



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