“ok,oneothreego。”
“starry,starrynight
patyourpalettebeandgray
lookoutonasursday
witheyesthatknowthedarknessisyul
shadowsonthehills,sketchthetreesandthedaffodils
catchthebreezeandtheterchills
lorsonthesnowylennd
nowiunderstandwhatyoutriedtosayto
howyousufferedforyoursanity
howyoutriedtosetthefree
theywouldnotlisten,theydidnotknowhow
perhaps,theylllistennow
starry,starrynight
fgflowersthatbrightlybze
swirlgcloudsviolethaze
reflectvcentseyesofchabe
lorschangghue,orngfieldsofabergra
weatheredfacesledpa
areothedbeneaththeartistslovghand
nowiunderstandwhatyoutriedtosayto
howyousufferedforyoursanity
howyoutriedtosetthefree
theywouldnotlisten,theydidnotknowhow
perhaps,theylllistennow
fortheyuldnotloveyou
andstillyourlovewastrue
andwhennohopewasleftsideonthatstarry,starrynight
youtookyourlifeasloversoftendo
butiuldhavetoldyou,vcent
thisworldwasneverantforoneasbeautifulasyou
starry,starrynight
portraitshungeptyhall
fralessheadsonnalesswalls