Vincent

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Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray.

Look out on a summer's day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

 

Shadows on the hills.

Sketch the trees and the daffodils;

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors 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.

 

Colors 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.

 

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 as beautiful as you.

 

Starry, starry night:

Portraits hung in empty halls:

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, a 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.