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1 W) j+ \$ s. ?! K. ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ~. [4 v7 X. `7 ~# P" f. oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) |- {2 e% v9 `$ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ G( ]' \" H, Z* S% ^ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! ?2 w+ D$ N+ y8 ]$ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) o2 E* }- s* zHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 y$ O4 R! y: s! `+ PHow you tried to set them free, 9 i( h! s3 `% F* M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & r" L2 ]5 F4 }6 b& N2 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # S2 R( Y+ R+ G% R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 h3 P/ m% ]( G5 z/ \( E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, |' c9 q& k: z9 i; u: b& o$ K; z
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,
- K6 A$ i, M6 z* gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 R. a% q' P9 D+ b, L+ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! S+ w, }0 i: c6 |/ T P, cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: u0 A4 c9 q3 F/ o; @5 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" o( O+ O: d1 s% z7 Y7 R( q; H2 R8 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- J( F5 X; h$ @. f6 ?# vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - {& b6 c! d: N/ ^- O6 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, @8 b- A d4 C) |5 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . j" c) `+ n2 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + D9 h1 f$ H, h& ^( ]! `2 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
' c! x6 b, d0 S& y, KHow you tried to set them free,
- L. Q6 g' U- W8 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ e5 ~% b4 d* L$ Y# {- u$ rPerhaps they never will. |
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