Vincent

Written by Don McLean (1988)
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

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 reflect
in Vincent's eyes of chine blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed
beneath the artist's loving hand.

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