Vincent / Dana Winner
Starry, starry night:Paint your palette blue and gray.Look out on a summer"s dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul.Shadows on the hills.Sketch the trees and the daffodils;Catch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land.Now I understandWhat you tried to say to me,And how you suffered for your sanityAnd 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 hazeReflect in Vincent"s eyes of china blue.Colors changing hue:Morning fields of amber grain,Weathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist"s loving hand.Now I understandWhat you tried to say to me,And how you suffered for your sanityAnd 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 youBut still, your love was true.And when no hope was left insideOn that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do.But I could"ve told you, Vincent:This world was never meantFor one as beautiful as you.Starry, starry night:Portraits hung in empty halls:Frameless heads on nameless wallsWith 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 roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to me,And how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them free.They would not listen; they"re not listening still.Perhaps they never
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