Vincent
Don McLean


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Starry, starry night
,        Paint your palette blue and gray
Starry, starry night,    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
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Look out on a summer's day,    With eyes that know the  darkness in my soul
.Swirling clouds in violet haze,  Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.


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Shadows on the hills,       Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Colors changing hue,       Morning fields of amber grain 
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills      In colors on the snowy linen land.
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 

#Now I think I know,  What you tried to say, to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity,       And how you tried to set them free,
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They would not listen; 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 

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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've 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,           
 Portraits hung in empty halls
Like the strangers that you've met,         The ragged men in ragged clothes                  
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Frameless heads on nameless walls,   With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
The silver thorn, a bloody   rose,   Lie crushed and broken   on the virgin snow. #

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They would not listen; they're not listening still,   Perhaps they never will.