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Vincent
Starry starry night
Paint your pallete blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the dafodills
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colours on the snowy linen land
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
they would not listen, they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now
starry starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue
colours changing you
morning fields of amber grey
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artists 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
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 inside, on that starry starry night
you took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you Vincent,
this world was never meant for one a beautiful as you.
Starry starry night
portraits hung in empty holes
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of 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.
--- by the wonderful poet, Don Mclean
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