Now I understand 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,
Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you,
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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