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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 M* W0 t3 O1 C3 R c$ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 I h) d2 c5 m1 [: ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' c3 ]6 a' [7 z. W* i1 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ @4 v3 ~9 w2 R* aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ w. c }& M$ y. J# o; o ^How you suffered for you sanity, 8 g k3 j4 n- W; }1 I$ ~
How you tried to set them free, ; ^! [' u3 i" x' ^! S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Z, E5 U) N8 C, J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 m# G. L! P j8 M* S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# R" Q- ` s- |+ W& NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ?7 @- x6 `. U3 }. Z' c9 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. O8 \/ C6 x) O' @. [& }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & W- m! n% \, f( A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 n% }% j4 y! @8 F# z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ]" m" u: Q: h7 @1 @+ l1 x, xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 s+ A" x; M; H" F+ N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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c/ p4 o0 H0 K7 s* ? s! l+ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 G; n' ]8 x) nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 F- l0 O `9 x$ T7 v( I) y7 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : m$ }4 J" k! `
The 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, 4 a3 d$ Q6 p- Z$ I% K3 x
How you suffered for you sanity," u3 Z0 I3 {5 H8 f/ m- l: w
How you tried to set them free,
6 F$ [7 U5 `% X" _ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 O2 I8 Y# `" t' P' ?& J
Perhaps they never will. |
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