Clay Aiken - Vincent Тексты

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
And colors on the snowy linen land
What you tried
To say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And yow you tried
To set them free
They could not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they
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