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| ##Vincent (Don McLean)Starry, starry | night, paint your palette | blue and grey |
| | C | D7 | G |
| Look out on a | summer's day, with | eyes that know the darkness in my | soul |
| | Am |
| Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and | daffodills |
| | C | D7 | G | C | G |
| Catch the breeze and | winterchills, in | colors on the snowly linnen | land | | |
| | Am | G | Em | Am7 |
| And now I under | stand what you tried to | say to me, | how you suffered for your | sanity |
| How you tried to set them free, they would not listen, they did not know how |
| | D7 | G |
| | Perhaps they'll listen | now |
| | G | Am |
| Starry, starry | night, flaming flow'rs that brightly | blaze |
| | C | D7 | G |
| Swirling clouds in | violet haze re | flect in Vincent's eyes of China | blue |
| | Am |
| Colors changing hue, morning fields of | amber grain |
| | C | D7 | G | C | G |
| Weathered faces | lined inpain, are | soothed beneath the artist's loving | hand | | |
| | Am | G | Em | Am7 |
| And now I under | stand what you tried to | say to me, | how you suffered for your | sanity |
| How you tried to set them free, they would not listen, they did not know how |