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Vincent
Words & Music by Don McLean
(Album - American Pie)
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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
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 chine blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber
grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed
beneath the artist's loving hand
Chorus:
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
man in ragged clothes
The 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
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried
to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening
still
Perhaps they never will.
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