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 Starry, starry night.
 Paint your palette blue and 
  out on a summer''s day,
 With eyes that  the darkness in my soul.
 Shadows on the 
  the trees and the daffodils,
 Catch the breeze  the winter chills,
 In colors  the snowy linen land.
 
 Now  understand what you tried to say to me,
  you suffered for your sanity,
 How you tried  set them free.
 They would  listen, they did not know how.
 Perhaps they''ll listen 
 
 Starry, starry night.
 Flaming  that brightly blaze,
  clouds in violet haze,
 Reflect  Vincent''s eyes of china blue.
 Colors  hue, morning field of amber grain,
 Weathered faces lined  pain,
 Are soothed  the artist''s loving hand.
 
 Now I understand what you tried to say to 
 How you suffered  your sanity,
 How you tried to set  free.
 They would not listen, they  not know how.
 Perhaps  listen now.
 
  they could not love you,
 But still your love  true.
 And when  hope was left in sight
 On that  starry night,
 You took your life,  lovers often do.
 But  could have told you, Vincent,
  world was never meant for one
 As beautiful as 
 
 Starry, starry night.
 Portraits hung in  halls,
 Frameless  on nameless walls,
 With eyes that  the world and can''t forget.
 Like the strangers that  met,
 The ragged  in the ragged clothes,
 The  thorn of bloody rose,
 Lie crushed and broken on  virgin snow.
 
 Now I think I know what you  to say to me,
 How  suffered for your sanity,
 How you tried to set  free.
 They would not listen, they''re not listening 
 Perhaps they never