| 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 | |
| and how you suffered for your sanity | |
| and 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 | |
| reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. | |
| Colors changing hue | |
| morning fields of amber grain | |
| weathered faces lined in pain | |
| are sooth 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 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 stranger 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 | |
| and how you suffered for your sanity | |
| and how you tried to set them free. | |
| They would not listen they're not listening still | |
| perhaps they never will. |
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