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( f! S2 w/ `* m2 S$ L2 q1 s6 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( r3 Z2 t! k7 z5 |! v2 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / O. c& E% f. _; h5 @1 b2 \3 I* C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ R* {7 A% y+ l3 A2 U% G: Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * z" m9 R0 d9 S8 t3 y W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! g# m5 _/ T/ M% ` c8 FHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 `5 t: s, q, U; q8 T/ Z
How you tried to set them free,
: ^# l: k6 F( q3 X; T6 Z- nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 U; G3 o/ y$ W' N2 m* bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! y/ {6 }2 y( u4 r) s( q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 M U" G" H3 h: F4 P* P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( r0 m4 l) ^) \. B4 V# U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # @3 j' j T3 G4 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 ^. j4 g- u6 a9 z q/ }" mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 v7 V2 _8 V2 e- n& \4 j- W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . T3 y. M5 ^5 e8 X9 ?. A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 o* z" J# A2 n9 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # q: a& e& P" n5 a' k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! o0 V- @+ d2 p# C- a! c4 H: E! |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( \* E7 W( ]# q! N: @0 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; c# h- _! X8 r% g8 @: h$ |0 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% b. U5 b# K! |& T6 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 L0 D& C* N4 e q; U2 O* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,. i8 D6 I4 \- G1 F% R4 H) N
How you tried to set them free, + H1 `( k/ H' R, f
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ [) p3 B9 E% c
Perhaps they never will. |
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