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 Starry, starry night.
 Paint your  blue and grey,
  out on a summer''s day,
 With eyes that know the  in my soul.
 Shadows  the hills,
 Sketch the trees and the 
 Catch the  and the winter chills,
 In  on the snowy linen land.
 
 Now I understand what you  to say to me,
 How you suffered for  sanity,
 How you  to set them free.
 They would not listen, they did not  how.
  they''ll listen now.
 
 Starry, starry night.
 Flaming flowers  brightly blaze,
  clouds in violet haze,
 Reflect in  eyes of china blue.
 Colors changing hue, morning field of amber 
 Weathered faces  in pain,
 Are soothed beneath  artist''s loving hand.
 
 Now I understand what you tried to say  me,
 How you suffered for your 
 How you tried to set  free.
 They would not listen, they did not know 
 Perhaps they''ll listen 
 
 For they could  love you,
 But  your love was true.
 And when no hope was left  sight
  that starry, starry night,
 You took  life, as lovers often do.
 But I  have told you, Vincent,
 This world was never meant  one
 As beautiful as 
 
 Starry, starry night.
 Portraits hung in  halls,
  head on nameless walls,
 With  that watch the world and can''t forget.
 Like  strangers that you''ve met,
 The ragged men in the  clothes,
  silver thorn of bloody rose,
 Lie crushed  broken on the virgin snow.
 
 Now I think I know what you  to say to me,
 How you suffered  your sanity,
 How you tried to set them 
 They  not listen, they''re not listening still.
 Perhaps  never will..