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: s7 p0 _/ N; d( Q0 |; XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 M. }6 O9 ^6 T% A4 f! o ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( W+ \+ `- W$ u9 p& C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ?9 c" V5 Q( C5 a2 \# Y9 Q. tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 \4 Y3 }5 I' SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. s) J/ V1 s6 p$ T7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
# B" v Z& v- ]How you tried to set them free,
! O1 |3 I: S$ y. p* KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Y2 A- b3 A8 X' fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : N/ E: G- V+ L" x' D8 X6 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ?; q( a7 f5 W+ {% dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 s& A3 q% r6 \1 k3 XWeathered 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,
9 V; C$ T8 ]9 _6 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 f3 Y$ S. h+ a' J' F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 R9 M9 a% b& Q. H4 l+ V4 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ _! | l) Y) q% @% t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 }$ V8 [& J* x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ E/ I" R! P/ o! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : ~3 ]9 A7 D; `0 F7 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 n& v; O* ]3 e( X& H* }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 G( ~6 f- ]# N0 t
+ Y6 K& w' ?% vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % |# G( j9 ^/ h' ?. u
How you suffered for you sanity,
. N5 E/ u9 A1 `7 NHow you tried to set them free,
( g3 D, g& \, lThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( h) Z. k& ?4 H8 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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