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Vincent

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.
Now I understand

What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:

They would not listen; they didn't know 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.
Now I understand

What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:

They would not listen; they didn't know how 
Perhaps they'll listen now.
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've 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, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know

What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:

They would not listen; they didn't know how 
Perhaps they never will