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3 W8 R! s( i& i6 N1 h) R, @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - j1 v4 X/ `2 E( R2 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 f. u/ t' b6 |/ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 M+ Z2 }! o0 x$ w! v% K9 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 b2 D. T; i' v& M' @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% k$ B* l$ `6 i% x% l" k! \How you suffered for you sanity,
& b; X. c9 k8 NHow you tried to set them free,
2 @/ ?* o) _+ d$ y+ n! M7 o3 r! |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 F$ R+ ?4 P Q4 ^6 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, L$ K B1 i6 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Z9 N) _8 e! A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & R, B9 e# G+ ]& ? I3 [: }4 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& H# t9 y- V, |2 v" P7 d! qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 \: @% w+ u# O' ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 }* y$ a0 D' ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' F( B) T$ C, S# D! S4 K tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# Y- e3 o. @/ F- |. ^# Q9 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & b" n+ J% E( x6 `" u8 n+ ]7 h
4 J7 Z0 D- o5 ^+ I% wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( A2 f( C1 j) [; n- _! j* S& K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, N6 s% e5 z5 ?0 `/ f1 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" L2 ?8 f7 V! B" \$ C6 g# TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - M5 ?. i# g( \9 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 M. x- @. M* h$ r0 B4 X$ W% `0 yHow you tried to set them free,
$ m4 ?/ x% Y6 w6 L$ VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% `* R2 O C& D7 U) zPerhaps they never will. |
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