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Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
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.
And 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 know
how perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night flaming flo'rs
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.
And now I understand
what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true and
when no hope was left in sight 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 stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie
crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And 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 would not listen
they're not list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
the video...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5-kMXwkmPk
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