Vincent
Starry, starry night Paint your pallet blue and grey Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul... 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 #Don McLean