Vincent

Starry starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes know that darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketched the trees and the daffodils Catched the breeze in winter chills And colours on the snow in the night Now I understand What you try to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you try to them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they would listen now Starry starry night Flaming flowers the brightly blathe Swallowing clouds in violet hays Reflecting Vincent eyes which I know blue Colours changing hue Morning fuse of embre green Withered face is lying in pain Assured beneath the otters loving hand Now I understand What you try to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you try to them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they would listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On the starry starry night You took your life As lovers would do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for One as beautiful as you