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( }! c8 Q Q. \# q+ zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( p# t& O* Z# D; o! Q% k7 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 D$ u6 p8 ~' i4 ^! p3 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' q& Q' v$ L* f/ j9 j/ b9 T9 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 A' T: M! O6 z5 x& E7 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. e: o: m+ O5 G$ {/ t0 F3 T! `3 ^5 @
How you suffered for you sanity, . P$ u# h- Y/ q# ]
How you tried to set them free,
" z9 x( F* {: ^/ a$ F5 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 {0 Y! E7 j7 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; s( ?" n8 @( C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~ ]0 u4 X& f5 T B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 M0 K% w% O* G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) r, m6 g7 f6 ^* l5 a" T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ] K: p" D/ U3 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. o6 y; k' A' F( w4 e5 m. A0 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 l: X, Q8 l9 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 t( d2 p0 T7 l/ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 k! k, Q* l0 |& d. d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' d, y B! C5 s, AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ U0 q C* ]- q5 u$ B9 i/ t0 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
f* d( I( g5 ~6 `1 f- z: aHow you suffered for you sanity,
! i' _( O; H% N: O6 d+ NHow you tried to set them free,
+ _# ~7 |$ g* w* H) ^* @They would not listen they're not listening still,
m @3 h9 r, N8 fPerhaps they never will. |
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