'Vincent' by Don McLean

Starry Night, By Vincent van Gogh
          Starry, starry night
          Paint your palette blue and gray
          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
          And 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.
Self Portrait
          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
          And 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
          But 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-- Vincent van Gogh self portrait with bandaged ear.
          But I could've 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 strangers that you've met
          The ragged men in ragged clothes
          The silver thorn, a 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 your sanity
          And how you tried to set them free:
          They would not listen; they're not listening still--
          Perhaps they never will.

 
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