List'ning to painted voices

Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and gray

Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land

And now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night. Flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain are sooth'd beneath the artist's loving hand.

And now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now.

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Was it written for me?

I try to recognize, blindly.

Hearing strange voices,

from whom, I do not see.

Blesses with hands like yours,

Maybe you are me

Seeing the world through your eyes,

Actually seeing but has no sight.

I haven't finished writing this one yet. I only started composing this earlier as I write my entry. I can't think of anything nice to write today so I did this tribute to one of my favorite artists. I don't know much about him but I discovered a liitle when I read this book at the school library with the title, Van Gogh Face to Face. I saw some of his works.

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For they could not love you but still your love was true

And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night

You took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps They never will.

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Don't even try stealing my work! I found out that there are some people, VERY STUPID ONES, who copy other people's personal blog entry like what happend to my friend. I haven't seen that person's blog yet and I have no idea about his intention but he could've atleast asked permission from the owner. Maybe he'll use it for reviewing or for sampling but still you have violated the owner's intellectual property rights and you oughta be ashamed of yourself. Hahaha!