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Starry, starry night |
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paint your palette blue and grey |
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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 the daffodils |
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catch the breeze and the winter chills |
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in colors on the snowy linen land. |
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And now I understand |
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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 |
| [01:00.120] |
perhaps they'll listen now. |
| [01:05.790] |
Starry starry night |
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flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
| [01:15.680] |
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 smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. |
| [01:41.790] |
And now I understand |
| [01:46.640] |
what you tried to say to me |
| [01:50.510] |
and how you suffered for your sanity |
| [01:55.840] |
and how you tried to set them free. |
| [01:58.610] |
They would not listen they did not know how |
| [02:03.940] |
perhaps they'll listen now. |
| [02:08.350] |
For they could not love you |
| [02:12.660] |
but still your love was true |
| [02:17.480] |
and when no hope was left in sight on that |
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starry starry night. |
| [02:24.340] |
You took your life as lovers often do, |
| [02:29.420] |
But I could have told you Vincent |
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this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |
| [02:42.830] |
Starry starry night |
| [02:47.470] |
portraits hung in empty halls |
| [02:52.590] |
frameless heads on nameless walls |
| [02:56.400] |
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |
| [03:00.280] |
Like the stranger that you've met |
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the ragged men in ragged clothes |
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the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
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lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
| [03:18.520] |
And now I think I know |
| [03:23.470] |
what you tried to say to me |
| [03:28.010] |
and how you suffered for your sanity |
| [03:33.570] |
and how you tried to set them free. |
| [03:36.390] |
They would not listen they're not listening still |
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perhaps they never will. |
