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 winter chills
in colors on a snowy linen land
Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for you 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 china blue
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for you sanity
how you tried to set them free
they did 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 on empty walls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like strangers who you've met
ragged men in ragged clothes
silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
what you tried to say to me and
how you suffered for you sanity
how you tried to set us free
they would not listen
they're not listening still
perhaps they never will
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