~Vincent van Gogh.
"The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black
dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should those
points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the
dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Tarascon or
Rouen and we take death to reach a star."
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Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
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 flowers 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 soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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.
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 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 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, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they're not listening still --
Perhaps they never will.
