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<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opKBF5q7mks&hl=zh_TW&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opKBF5q7mks&hl=zh_TW&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>% V* i$ X: l$ U/ A; N
; P; v% O, s% O8 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. O' G$ c* U3 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. q8 t; r' [6 q4 u0 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( I2 @" h" T' {. _& E$ w! t% q- H {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
k. X( l. B( D4 s) r" |% J( t) ~9 `- XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ]; C, s! m* v% S5 S$ Z& O' T
How you suffered for you sanity, # B0 r j; G5 M0 i# H* {
How you tried to set them free, 5 \) f; X7 o$ _9 f8 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" W$ n& C- c9 L; c* I5 z+ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + ]) t' X: u! R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 @5 P1 Q' o- |8 x* u8 ?6 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ e; {/ V, W. `9 q9 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % U: X. u; G" Z) T6 }7 Z f
( `8 @* T1 @0 D+ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 c7 Q# Z+ c. K5 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! J; k0 x) Y. E W9 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : O/ `, l! @5 @# e O U ?$ V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 m; N) _& @) b/ v0 f0 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ^$ P& T" l1 E9 @
( p6 x9 i+ i; h: u2 g& m! m3 g" CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 P& ~5 V* V4 \% tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; c y E/ ]$ _& ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 X$ `% o& C. A8 a& |% _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' b3 W$ d( c! a9 M5 `/ pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# U/ h# H# y- T5 P4 o, s7 P0 cHow you suffered for you sanity,# m+ T p8 n2 i, H
How you tried to set them free,
9 e4 b" b9 h) k, F( `! B2 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 y" L" @* x/ ?: A) sPerhaps they never will. |
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