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There is a singer named Don Doreen who sings a song about Van Gogh?
This song is called Vincent, and the lyrics are about the painting Starry Night.

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Classics in American folk music

The singer is don mclean, a famous folk singer. He dedicated this touching song to the "crazy" Van Gogh. While he touched himself, he also touched people all over the world who love life and have hope ... People can always hear this song in front of the Van Gogh Memorial Hall in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. She plays it again and again, and it will always be touching and unforgettable.

Starry night,

Colour your palette blue and gray, and you colour the drawing board gray and blue.

Looking out on a summer day, a glimpse in summer.

Knowing that the dark eyes in my soul will penetrate the darkness of my soul.

Shadows on the mountain are covered by mountains,

Sketch trees and daffodils are dotted with daffodils.

Children who catch breeze and winter catch breeze and cold winter.

Color on the Snowfield uses the variegated colors of the Snowfield.

Now I understand, I finally understand,

What you want to say to me, what you say from the heart.

How do you put up with your reason? It's painful for you to wake up alone in the crowd.

How did you try to release them? How do you want to untie the prisoner?

They don't listen, but they turn a deaf ear,

They don't know how to turn a blind eye to you

Maybe they will listen now, maybe it's not too late to listen now. ...

Starry night,

Burning flowers are full of flowers, gorgeous as fire.

Clouds swirling in the purple mist. Purple curtains hang down gently, and clouds are rolling.

Chinese blue can't escape Vincent's blue eyes.

Color changes, tone changes greatly,

Amber fields in the morning,

The weather-beaten face is covered with painful wrinkles,

It gradually became smooth under the loving hand of the painter.

Now I understand, I finally understand,

What you want to say to me, what you say from the heart.

How do you put up with your reason? It's painful for you to wake up alone in the crowd.

How did you try to release them? How do you want to untie the prisoner?

They don't listen, but they turn a deaf ear,

They don't know how to turn a blind eye to you

Maybe they will listen now, maybe it's not too late to listen now. ...

Because they can't love you, they don't care about you at all,

But your love is still true, but your love for them has not changed.

When there is no hope in the heart, when the last hope disappears,

On that starry night,

You ended your life, you ended your life in anger,

As lovers often do, like a blind man in love.

But I can tell you, Vincent. Vincent, I should tell you

The world never belonged to a beautiful person like you,

As beautiful as you. You shouldn't have come to this dirty world.

Starry night,

The portrait hangs in the empty hall, and the oil painting hangs high in the empty hall.

Frameless portraits on nameless walls,

Observe the world with your eyes,

And I can't forget anything in my heart.

Like strangers you've met, like passers-by you've met,

A man in rags is a man in rags.

The silver thorn of a bloody rose is a silver thorn,

Lying crushed, crushed, crushed, crushed,

On the first snow scattered in the snow.

Now I think I know, I think I understand,

What you want to say to me, what you say from the heart.

How do you put up with your reason? It's painful for you to wake up alone in the crowd.

How did you try to release them? How do you want to untie the prisoner?

They won't listen, they won't even listen,

They are not listening now. Nobody is listening.

Maybe, they will never. Maybe, ever.