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A/ a& \7 b/ e% SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! w2 ]: y( P7 g7 Y% w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" [! [: C% o1 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 ?, S# [9 B# B9 K& I) M) yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 K G* D8 Z8 I! y$ _4 r4 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 H9 ]/ ~# _; m& \' UHow you suffered for you sanity,
( L) T7 x* h: ?2 `+ q/ xHow you tried to set them free, % f% E5 I- z% @- ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! I. `. G7 B3 P* mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
h( a# V; o. r& ?2 h4 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 w1 W6 ?' C: Y5 n- aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& y/ V1 n! G7 ]( d I% z6 TWeathered 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,
* L0 x m/ J0 K5 D& o( Q; UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. _6 s; g L0 {# b" Z; t7 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; U' M+ p _ n; P2 t5 g( y8 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 v7 g6 r, m6 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ B6 Z( u6 Z5 y# u: C( iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 k$ z) @& M& P9 B$ a+ V$ F: nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + x W+ o* A! v, Y6 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 J1 `3 ?8 O, \( VThe 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,
, |7 r0 i; y8 w+ m7 d/ j' THow you suffered for you sanity,9 F" o( y) M% E
How you tried to set them free,
% m5 Z3 r. N' S' C/ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( I7 a) p; Q# J: X# b d
Perhaps they never will. |
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