Vincent
Don McLean

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Starry, starry night
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Paint your pallet blue and grey
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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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And now I understand    what you tried to say to me
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How you suffered for your sanity     How you tried to set them free
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They would not listen, they did not know how   perhaps they 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 reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
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Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grey
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Weathered faces lined in pain, are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

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For they could not love you,  but still your love was true
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And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do,  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
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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, the bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

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And now I think I know      what you tried to say to me
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How you suffered for your sanity    How you tried to set them free
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They would not listen, they're not  listening still     perhaps they never will

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