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/ n r2 L3 V# t& z* TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Y5 x3 g3 ?4 ^6 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 |9 _7 k7 [/ [; F/ s4 {* L3 z/ A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 C7 V( |7 E# I8 [7 M; iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 N; @- D0 r, \. U" \8 d) YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ I8 u5 u" Y- r5 l$ R! bHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ^+ c! L5 N! k* B/ G! [# Y# SHow you tried to set them free,
+ e y3 M/ n; E0 X2 P3 j: ^- SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - g: {+ i& o u& l# |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : D5 ^, [) Q N. {- q Y" i0 l$ x8 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* {( S( N$ b! q" M5 a" _9 b9 V4 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 N9 y2 d9 m/ f6 t" HWeathered 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, # ^1 N) v4 U$ }0 H+ O5 f( D4 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / x, Z$ t$ t+ s5 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - L! T9 Z3 d5 D5 h4 f3 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, # b2 S' D. h( t4 D! t5 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 l/ ` A$ T8 x9 g( r' J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' O6 P+ m) c; {$ }4 s/ w( W( [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) x' Q3 S6 P. BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 V! p7 ^2 J u( P# ]8 W% P2 S3 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( o3 H {& x b% _
# U+ X$ V* A% ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * W1 P6 V' g# P4 m1 i, r
How you suffered for you sanity,. O7 R1 K1 p( R, b3 b0 o
How you tried to set them free,
+ y' ]2 Y/ v% y) u3 VThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ y1 m6 C" n* n$ @9 A) S
Perhaps they never will. |
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