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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- a9 S9 O+ u7 y, zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . b H$ Z$ | N6 R6 a9 _ u; j/ k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! W7 a- v, ]9 P3 ^ u+ B9 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 l% a( r R( h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ B" }$ x( a4 \8 m$ E. [7 ]2 Y, }" M
How you suffered for you sanity, ' t6 s7 n1 V: u1 @) G+ t3 X% v
How you tried to set them free, 4 N% i3 _/ y+ ?9 q* f; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R% V9 I* a# o% U6 W2 O$ G& h5 s- IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' W! X' \, E2 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! G2 v* v# d. S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # h2 p U' L1 U/ ]7 z+ @, R& y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , ^6 b5 _7 Z/ I
! e3 W; D" o6 J/ W2 Y) M& EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & {2 s; \6 k/ Z3 h# u, I$ D1 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. R. g r3 N9 Q+ x8 x4 Q9 U8 G, }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 c& v# P! ?1 A$ Q+ G/ I4 F" \But I could have told you, Vincent, ) v' B; _9 p( S U; g$ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; p! g$ g, _. | w( ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 \( Y" ?# ^: L( T0 w: Z. y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % G8 g( R" \ o( i; M6 G/ @. o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & G5 L1 q6 m5 a) o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ Z. {6 q! C0 P
How you suffered for you sanity,% V# W, B; r6 H0 n2 z: l- T
How you tried to set them free, / r' ]* _! i; M! x$ a' D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! M0 I' x( y4 J3 Q' n6 q: aPerhaps they never will. |
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