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To: PROLIFE who wrote (371)	2/18/2000 12:15:00 PM
From: Neocon	1 Recommendation Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 429

Thanks! I knew that Willie wrote Crazy, but was fuzzy on the other.......

To: PROLIFE who wrote (371)	3/1/2000 1:08:00 AM
From: Colleen M	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 429

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