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偶然在大愛台聽到這首歌.原來這首耳熟能詳的歌是為梵谷而作.很美的一首歌大家可以聽聽.

 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.  

          Now I understand  
          What you tried to say, to me  
          And 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. 

          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  
          And 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. 

          For they could not love you  
          But still, 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've 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  
          And how you tried to set them free:  
          They would not listen; they're not listening still--  
          Perhaps they never will.  
          [Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) Dutch Painter] 

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