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starry, starry night - DON MCLEAN

starry, starry night

paint your platte blue and grey

look out on a summer's day

with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

shadows on the hills

scetch the trees and the the daffedils

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 tries 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 blu

colors changing hue

morning filds of ebber grain

weathered faces lined in pain

and soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

 

now i understan what you tried to say to me

and hoe 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 in sight

you took your life

as lovers oftten do

but i couls tols you vincent

this eorls was never meant for you

as beautiful as you

 

starry atarry night

portraits hung in empty halls

frameless head on nameless walls

with eyes that watch the worls and cant forget

like the strangers you'v met

the ragged men in the ragged close

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

and how you suffered for your sanity

and how you tried to set them free

they would not listen

they'r not listening still

perhaps they never will

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