Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills In colors
on the snowy linen land
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Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
And 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
Perhaps they`ll listen now
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Starry starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue
morning field of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Ȳ±Ýºû µéÆÇÀÇ ¾ÆÄ§»öÀ» ¹Ù²î´Â »ö±òµé,
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Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
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±×¸®°í ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª ±¤±â·Î °íÅ뽺·¯¿ü´ÂÁö
±×¸®°í ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª ±×°ÍÀ» ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇÏ·Á°í ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö
They would not listen
they did not know how
Perhaps they`ll listen now
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For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
on the starry starry night
you took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you
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Starry starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of a bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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And now I think i know
what you tried to say to me
And 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
perhaps they never will~~
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