starry,starry,night paint your palette bule and gray look out on a summer'day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul shadows on the hills sketch the trees and daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on teh snowy linen land
now i undertand what you teied to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you ftied to set them free they would not listen ,ehey did not know how perhaps,they'll listen now
tsarry starry night flaming flowers that beightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze refleet in vincent'seyes of china blue colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the aetist's loving hand
now i understand what you tered to say to me how you suffered ror your sanity and how you tried to set them free they would not listen,they did not know how perhaps,they'lllisten now for they could not love you
and sitll your love was true and when no hope was left inside on that starry,starry night you took your life as lovers often do but i could have told you ,vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
starry starry night portraits hung in empty hall frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes taht watch the worle dan can't forget like the steangers that you've met the ragged man in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow now i think i know what you tried to say to me how yousuffered ror your sanity then how you tried to set them free they would not listen,they're not listening still perhaps they never will...
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