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4 i- Y2 i M" ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 s% r# F6 y) B; M, eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: F' H+ s% `' sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ W8 s$ Z1 H2 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 b ~, G% B- B; Q1 Z; H0 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# `, B d. l6 H5 L( X! A
How you suffered for you sanity, ' W3 U' O8 p* @/ m6 K, H
How you tried to set them free,
O1 @; `" P5 ?+ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . C( P% g9 `! \2 {3 \; \- y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % _4 F# _+ _# ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & I2 w& [, A% x% h4 e; x6 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( _. f& Q0 H: v( M+ n0 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. \! w% q1 q i4 T
4 [/ _/ a6 j' L5 y5 Z7 z; [/ JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# e* U$ V( @; g7 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! j8 a$ t! [6 U0 U6 ^; \9 {: l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + e! J3 l S5 m# n; G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ x) _ d* }: Q4 G0 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 c3 @5 W, w2 n8 i: |: @, ^. rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; _- r2 t/ U$ t dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / H) J. R7 P; w K/ }9 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, C6 a6 |# y# p: K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* a2 n4 @$ W; ?; U9 b tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- }" r, K% w% C* HHow you suffered for you sanity,
" |# @8 ~! l6 k# N! |2 rHow you tried to set them free,
; X5 \3 s, A8 ?) i9 p# I" W. kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ w7 B! b% O$ w( `* N" z2 H# SPerhaps they never will. |
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