Starry, starry night ~~
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds and violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colours changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free.
from Vincent by Don McLean.
