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Don Mclean - Vincent
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Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray
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Look out on a summer"s day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand
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What you tried to say To me
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ³»°Ô ÇÏ·Á Çß´ø ¸»ÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀ̾ú´ÂÁö
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How you suffered for your sanity
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How you tried to set them free
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±×³×µé ÀÚÀ¯ÄÉÇÏ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾Ö¸¦ ½è´ÂÁö
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They would not listen They did not know how
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¾Æ¹«µµ µéÀ¸·Á ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁÒ µè´Â ¹æ¹ýµµ ¸ô¶ú°í¿ä
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Perhaps they"ll listen now
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ÀÌÁ¦¼¾ß ±Í ±â¿ïÀÌ·Á ÇÏ°ÚÁö¸¸...
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Starry, starry night
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º°ºû Âù¶õÇÏ°Ô ºû³ª´Â ¹ã
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent"s eyes of china blue
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Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist"s loving hand
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Now I understand What you tried to say To me
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ÀÌÁ¦´Â ¾Ë¼öÀÖ¾î¿ä ´ç½ÅÀÌ ³»°Ô ÇÏ·Á Çß´ø ¸»ÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀ̾ú´ÂÁö
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How you suffered for your sanity
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¸¼Àº Á¤½ÅÀ» °¡Áö·Á ¾ó¸¶³ª ±«·Î¿öÇß´ÂÁö
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How you tried to set them free
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±×³×µé ÀÚÀ¯ÄÉÇÏ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾Ö¸¦ ½è´ÂÁö
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They would not listen They did not know how
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¾Æ¹«µµ µéÀ¸·Á ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁÒ µè´Â ¹æ¹ýµµ ¸ô¶ú°í¿ä
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Perhaps they"ll listen now For they could not love you
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ÀÌÁ¦¼¾ß ±Í ±â¿ïÀÌ·Á ÇÏ°ÚÁö¸¸ »ç¶÷µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾úÁÒ
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But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside
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On that starry, starry night
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º°ºûÀÌ Âù¶õÇÏ°Ô ºû³µ´ø ±×³¯ ¹ã
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You took your life as lovers often do
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¿¬ÀεéÀÌ ±×·¯µíÀÌ ´ç½ÅÀº ¸ñ¼ûÀ» ²÷¾î ¹ö·ÈÁÒ
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But I could have told you Vincent
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú¾î¿ä
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This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you
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ÀÌ ¼¼»óÀº ´ç½Åó·³ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ÀÌ¿¡°Ô´Â ¾î¿ï¸®Áö ¾Ê´Â °÷À̶ó°í
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Starry, starry night
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º°ºû Âù¶õÇÏ°Ô ºû³ª´Â ¹ã
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Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can"t forget
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Like the strangers that you"ve met The ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know
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What you tried to say To me
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´ç½ÅÀÌ ³»°Ô ÇÏ·Á Çß´ø ¸»ÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀ̾ú´ÂÁö
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How you suffered for your sanity
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How you tried to set them free They would not listen
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±×³×µé ÀÚÀ¯ÄÉÇÏ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾Ö¸¦ ½è´ÂÁö ¾Æ¹«µµ µéÀ¸·Á ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁÒ
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They"re not listening still Perhaps they never will
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Áö±Ýµµ µéÀ¸·Á ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä ¾ÕÀ¸·Îµµ µéÀ¸·ÁÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä
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Don Mclean - Vincent
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ARTIST:Gene Vincent |