...Thanks Master P for opening a window....although I came to respect this song in my "english class" I can't thank Mr. Primrose enough for making my day and releasing in me a new perspective. *
By :Don McLean
Starrystarry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listenthey're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
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