不好意思，歌曲的连接在这儿
http://mp3.iciba.com/viewsong,505.shtml
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Vincent
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Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray
, n. w$ G9 ^% {! {- C. I( Sxmjeep.comLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
. I! n3 Z, `4 I" gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
6 B \* X0 L, r/ {# z- jCatch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land
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4 n5 f- G) }4 M3 B0 L% e6 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me
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How you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free
% r; M, G9 R5 G厦门越野联盟They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now
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7 W4 ~3 b9 Z7 N4 b1 Exmjeep.comStarry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
7 L" T# n) I- M: ?' qReflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, colors changing hue
) @8 M& U+ x; O* t# @2 u3 |Morning fields of amber grain, weathered faces lined in pain
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are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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9 o" s6 c: _. S$ B3 _xmjeep.comAnd how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free
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They would not listen they did not know how, prhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true
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And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night
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But I couldn't have told you Vincent
/ {( ?4 d. y6 Y2 W0 |; O$ X3 {3 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
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- b0 Q# E8 q0 R# Q+ d( |7 DStarry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on nameless walls
2 \8 H# ^1 L7 a' v- UWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget
7 N! {( l0 m# g1 S# nLike the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes
' n& B; d4 H* ?4 s7 Y9 p; {; sA silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
3 R7 Z& Q) M; [0 Q4 oNow I think I know, what you tried to say to me
" n, X6 d8 W- T. R; P5 G' uAnd how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free
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They would not listen, they're not listening still
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