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1 u7 }& T9 H& f& y) ?2 f0 @, t& dStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / f" ~. V; K6 {+ C7 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. T+ {7 S* y5 M" XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 I, s B$ ?0 P3 c0 N% zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; B5 `% C9 }$ J$ n8 g% f/ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: F L4 x" a' X4 ~ s) \How you suffered for you sanity,
( u: H* o8 l0 H0 Q$ W7 z& }. S3 ~How you tried to set them free,
+ ~# ^9 |8 F z# l5 ~% K9 e" j) o# ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~2 k; F' e }6 J; }* q$ E, f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 @( V, R2 A8 ^) a; e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. [0 e0 l. I! D3 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * [; i. e p% B& n$ x2 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " ]* U4 b! l; F/ N: |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# U/ I# @1 Z: ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ @6 R# Q. a8 O* _) ^3 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) ?2 I/ {+ h. J- n; n/ j0 z- o# {! ^But I could have told you, Vincent, : U4 Z* q( r6 x4 @" P2 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 L9 _/ A* T6 c- Y9 c( {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r6 I7 m! G" XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + b3 \4 P, l4 n7 {: @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c+ Y0 n( r2 e5 B3 F! q/ ~
# [. }. H( v, v: eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & c* p& x! }0 _' U: }5 q% w. z
How you suffered for you sanity,
- a4 s1 |" K9 h- Q" i& w. FHow you tried to set them free,
4 y2 J3 k8 x- U* e( l! ?) aThey would not listen they're not listening still, # d5 K! n1 \, ^5 f' Z$ J+ V' P# |
Perhaps they never will. |
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