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7 [2 T7 J2 Y0 g& Z8 l- |& X, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' T1 m3 P/ [, Y% B% v* H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 _! E% k ^+ g6 e q, lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; |/ ~3 F$ X0 h$ y. q) yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& j% A9 u$ n6 M, u+ V1 Y8 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: w* {- r# p3 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 W3 S% c0 E- ]( `$ `% a) qHow you tried to set them free,
, z3 X0 r) `) g/ d2 l+ ?0 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ D' [. h5 U$ ^9 W+ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% C' Z/ U9 w7 |1 Z+ \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( f8 ~) @% N6 k3 p! nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Z$ e0 C% H: l4 ?& kWeathered 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 X( F* n" ?% P6 _! M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 X7 ^. N( X' {( H7 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
T) T F% x$ s4 _, b) n! H' lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. b. o2 ~$ T$ Y* yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' Y) K, l1 E6 m% a+ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Y" Y: ]# X" J& T! A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 u' m E* R9 y( ] ~: ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 V e" B0 e& A7 A9 A' [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 V; z) }# W3 @3 e2 i
How you suffered for you sanity,1 o% r1 p& e/ z+ O( W- E
How you tried to set them free,
/ n) }: a! g9 V8 v T( VThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) J! N6 d9 r! ?* D% i9 l2 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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