Starry starry night
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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
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in my soul
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Shadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze
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and the winter chills
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In colors on the snowy linen land
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered
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for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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They would not listen
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they did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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Starry starry night
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes
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of china blue
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Colors changing hue
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Morning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's
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loving hand
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered
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for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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They would not listen
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they did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you
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But still your love was true
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And when no hope was left inside
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On that starry starry night
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You took your life as
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lovers often do
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But I could've told you Vincent
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This world was never meant
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For one as beautiful as you
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Like the strangers that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn a bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken
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on the virgin snow
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Now I think I know
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What you tried to say to me
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How you suffered
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for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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They would not listen
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they're not listening still
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Perhaps they never will
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Vincent - Don McLean
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| JK 김동욱 |
