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9 H6 m8 t' d: S& f, EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : I5 f B' T' o! H* f, d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" p: K: `9 x* q9 w4 F8 J* _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) B: }, I" R8 G$ {9 H/ S5 o, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
H2 V) v9 b/ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% f3 P. D6 A7 S* L
How you suffered for you sanity,
; I) N1 Z3 ?3 q+ L/ rHow you tried to set them free, / n' [" ~" T' [+ I" g1 M0 U6 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 |0 o1 a, G2 P5 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! ~; v$ f4 }4 Q, e5 B9 a1 k8 f0 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; f6 q) b6 t1 @0 V1 A+ T+ D7 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ a- C2 ]0 r3 }6 {) T! o5 W" a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. E2 C5 H$ n, Z ]8 N& }) ?2 q
3 I: c# S) D% S. O4 |! t2 a# m% b+ s9 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 `' f; T1 c# |3 k8 B( k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& H9 }( f+ E- {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 P R2 y) k" ^9 U2 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 U$ O1 H$ u. c S5 y& U6 Z% g1 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 B& o' K. \+ L4 e3 o# BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , [# m0 z: u1 a+ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 y0 w! }) Y( o, U0 ?3 I9 } u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % N8 m4 h' E% q) X! f6 x0 x" i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * n& X. F8 s/ \: I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % W! E9 i6 [# [6 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
- k6 j" R$ \1 m( L) jHow you tried to set them free, + g: Z( S. @- t0 |7 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( r5 J# P- ]: b) ^! y) i) Z bPerhaps they never will. |
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