Vincent
Don Mc Lean
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Starry Starry | night | Paint your pallete | blue and grey |
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Look out on a | summers day with | eyes that know the darkness in my | soul. |
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Shadows on the hills | Sketch the trees and the | daffodils |
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Catch the breeze and the | winter chill In | colors on the snowy linen | land. |
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Now I under | stand | what you tried to | say to me |
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How you suffered for your | sanity | How you tried to set them | free! |
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They would not listen, they did | not know how, | per | haps they 'll listen | now! |
Starry starry night, Flaming flower's that brightly blaze, |
Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue. |
Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber graing, |
Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand. |
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Now I under | stand | what you tried to | say to me, |
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How you suffered for your | sanity, | How you tried to set them | free! |
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They would not listen, they did | not know how, | per | haps they 'll listen | now! |
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For the could not | love you | but still your love was | true |
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And when no | hope was left in sight on that | starry starry nite |
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You | took you life as | lovers often | do But I | could of told you Vinvent |
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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 strangers that youve met, the ragged men in ragged clothes |
The silver thorn and the bloody rose Lire crushed and broken on the virgin snow |
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And now I think I | know, | what you tried to | say to me, |
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How you suffered for your | sanity, | How you tried to set them | free! |
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They would not listen, They're not | listening still, | Per | haps they never will! |