Vincent (Don Mclean)

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##Vincent (Don McLean)Starry, starry	night, paint your palette	blue and grey

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Look out on a	summer’s day, with	eyes that know the darkness in my	soul

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Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and	daffodills

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Catch the breeze and	winterchills, in	colors on the snowly linnen	land

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And now I under	stand what you tried to	say to me,	how you suffered for your	sanity

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How you tried to set them free, 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, flaming flow’rs that brightly	blaze

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Swirling clouds in	violet haze re	flect in Vincent’s eyes of China	blue

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Colors changing hue, morning fields of	amber grain

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Weathered faces	lined inpain, are	soothed beneath the artist’s loving	hand

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And now I under	stand what you tried to	say to me,	how you suffered for your	sanity

D7 Em // stop A7 Am7

How you tried to set them free, they would not listen, they did not know how

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	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, you	took your life as	lovers often	do

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But I	could have told you, Vincent, this	world was never meant for one as	beautifull as	you

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Starry, starry	night, portraits hung in empty	halls

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Frameless heads on	nameless walls, with	eyes that watch the world and can’t for	get

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Like the strangers that you’ve met, the ragged men in	ragged clothes

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The silver thorn of	bloody rose, lie	crushed and broken on the virgin	snow

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And now I think I	know, what you tried to	say to me,	how you suffered for your	sanity

D7 Em // stop A7 Am7

How you tried to set them free, they would not listen, they’re not listening still

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	Perhaps they never	will