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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & n. `% B, J1 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ k6 s4 x" Y* Z0 }" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 l% N) N. H. c9 T% X: |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( v) k4 P( ^! S- U- K; P# QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( I! b/ d) e6 b/ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
( W! _. H1 u3 U6 b2 HHow you tried to set them free, 9 _0 V% O5 j( ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! C$ P S* V) Z0 [2 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( L/ e$ `% {* a/ j4 J9 E7 x) B6 ]' n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / u! ?% _/ @" v; b. m2 e6 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . p$ Z, g4 v0 e$ t2 w4 E9 T
Weathered 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,
2 P7 L! t+ g. _5 Z# u0 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 F' m x( D* D0 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 w3 A5 a1 C7 [# ]/ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) K+ @, j* d( d- H% AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; \' S* E, Z9 o/ O* e% X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; n$ w5 Y3 i( w9 j$ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / V! x( I+ T8 \$ ~: |. t- B% ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 [; c7 ]8 I2 w5 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p V2 F8 j! k, y, C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ E, X0 k) H& i9 N+ ^: ~1 fHow you suffered for you sanity,5 c3 z% \ s" O4 p
How you tried to set them free, ; a4 h1 z) a6 E# P+ y2 r2 V, A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 F- R: c" t* a, T8 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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