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' B ]8 J# i! p+ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & s7 S& g9 Z' b$ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ h/ o+ [( K& F# o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ~: Y" H! e) c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 T# l, y! G) M; F; q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! O3 N1 R* E! w6 G) p7 `3 CHow you suffered for you sanity, ! g# i$ M1 _+ m% @
How you tried to set them free,
1 S; _& [- G: N4 m; r7 X: m5 f- YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! o6 o, M6 K; i% t3 _4 s6 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 w( m% g: N1 y6 I& r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 E& @6 o* m* S; h! l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
J3 w, P7 T! ~6 ^7 D& l ZWeathered 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,
" G: ~! ^3 W1 @/ b3 T4 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, C& f# D0 ^* w I" I, B, \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& w* S. ~, F/ h! K' l. GBut I could have told you, Vincent, / p8 `! c$ s$ d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 d# a/ |8 e" d3 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! d$ ?; I3 I. M, z/ F( p1 ?4 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # g6 S, O( i8 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Z/ ~0 J1 G# hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & l/ d- v' U. R: K0 O& D; J9 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
\& {7 N" b) |% |. a, GHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 C1 e" i6 v$ n5 M; aHow you tried to set them free, % c1 I) J* F3 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 d' h( ` ^& o7 w3 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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