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; `* S, `0 q% Z5 F0 ^' @# ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! G( `3 Q, b: B5 E4 V* qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Z* G* Z: {4 u- k" L+ B j6 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& r& Y" A' D1 e8 [" L& o) S% _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # e) O0 |8 c. |& y2 R! [ S9 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 l! y, Q; P. j+ V0 cHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 j" K+ g4 D* p1 e) ~
How you tried to set them free, " c( K! }4 v' e& r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 v x5 L, T: @6 l! @# p5 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Z& I& A; O# @1 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m8 Q0 Z. Y6 f0 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! _% T* m3 [0 x% k1 J3 C; T! BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 M, k" S# D4 x- N2 t) W1 v
. U5 x; i5 `7 z/ lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ]- j8 Z% R* \1 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; Y$ u5 j# i ]' }% C4 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 j3 S, E8 \- M: Z3 q, n* Q* E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 }0 l. R9 i1 |1 A5 e4 E9 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- V1 h. N5 m1 e8 L1 ~5 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ m: a, u3 a: S+ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , y6 E/ n9 B- y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! O6 D; w) L, ]+ f; ~
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 h; i7 }) D; wHow you suffered for you sanity,. ? H2 H3 M! ]4 `8 F. u6 ]
How you tried to set them free, 7 ?$ @( y5 p7 r( {% ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, * K* E, H) Y3 l$ Q7 o+ [4 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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