Vicent > Don Mclean 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 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 And still your love was true And when no hope was left inside 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 Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity Then how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps, they never will...
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