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 daffodils

Catch the breeze and 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

flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze

reflecting 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,

They would not listen, they did not

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 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 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

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

listening still, perhaps they never

will

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