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' S5 d, }* G6 [; AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 X7 E4 e0 J5 f) T4 h- I6 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ `. h; C8 V1 Q) d: |: P+ R0 B, bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! c) T" m+ F" M0 |0 c7 a! {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ H6 v; Q: _1 I6 O6 m* q1 e* K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 {: _1 i. B' ]4 u$ ]4 |, _- O' R
How you suffered for you sanity, , p! d7 |2 f* l* p; H: w% H
How you tried to set them free,
9 h+ q% \" ]7 P/ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 C1 b3 F, w4 R7 ?2 }; ]9 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 V; ^2 p$ j3 m' j5 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 E: z2 |) ~, lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Z. D& N2 z f4 i7 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ ?% h+ U& A7 ~! O8 G: H: g1 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 _( f4 t$ q, L9 L: n. f2 c# T5 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - e% Q% Y# C* {$ E$ ~) T( T+ \& m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 a) l `/ }' _: h7 g7 b! \1 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, & V- z) S0 H. O0 c' n1 z' m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% z9 l/ Q* I" L) c; }0 ~0 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ n3 u* y- Q2 t. h4 a$ b0 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 M8 o/ H4 K7 @) `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ~9 ^8 ~4 T! e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 M& i. ^' v. d! ?. k
% N$ R% o2 w$ p0 X5 n- P1 J+ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* a1 a' P) k2 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
; G' N% \8 G1 i6 x' a s! o1 W3 WHow you tried to set them free,
" p2 h" i* {& WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 F# n0 F" _* [' d$ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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