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VINCENT
MCLEAN, DON

                       G                        Am
    1. Starry, starry night, paint your pallet blue and grey
                      C
       Look out on a summers day,
             D7                                G
       With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
                       G                              Am
       Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils
                                 C
       And catch the breeze and winter chills
           D7                        G   C  G
       In colors on the snowy linen land

Chorus
                   Am     D7              G      Em
       Now I understand, what you tried to say to me
                                  Am7
       How you suffered for your sanity
                D7                Em
       How you tried to set them free
                                        A7          Am7
       They would not listen, they did not know how
           D7               G
       Perhaps they'll listen now


       Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
       Swirling colors of violet haze
       Reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue
       Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
       Weathered faces lined in pain
       Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand


Chorus
                           Am7           D7                  G
       For they could not love you, but still your love was true
        Em          Am7                            Cm6
       And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night
            G                 F7           E7
       You took your life as lovers often do
          Am7
       I could have told you Vincent,
             C                                D7           G
       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
       Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow


       Now I think I know, what you try to say to me
       How you suffered for your 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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