Vincent
VINCENT
Starry, starry night,
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Looking out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness on my soul.
Shadow on the hill,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In color on the snowy linen land.
REFRAIN:
Now I understand what you try to say to me,
How you've suffered for your sanity,
How you've 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 eye of china blue.
Colors changing hue many fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
And soothed beneath the artists loving hand. (REFRAIN)
Starry, starry night,
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,
Portriats hung in empty halls.
Frameless leads 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 thorns 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 would not listen, they did not know how,
Perhaps they'll listen now.
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