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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 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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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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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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They did not listen, they did not know how |
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Perhaps they'll listen now |
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Starry, starry night |
