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, 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, in colors on the snowy, linen land

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Now, I understand       what you tried to say to me,    and how you suffered for
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 your sanity,  and how you tried to set them free, they would not listen
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They did not know how,   perhaps they'll listen now

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Starry, starry night,          flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze, 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, are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

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Now, I understand       what you tried to say to me,    and how you suffered for
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 your sanity,  and how you tried to set them free, they would not listen
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They did not know how,   perhaps they'll listen now

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For they could not love you,  but still your love was true,         and when no
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 hope was left inside, on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one
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 As beautiful as you

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Starry, starry night,          portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on nameless walls, 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, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

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Now, I think I know        what you tried to say to me,    and how you suffered for your
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 sanity,  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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