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Don McLean: Starry Starry Night

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
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 China blue.
Colors changing hue / morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain / are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

And 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.

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 bloddy rose / lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

And 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're not list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

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