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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
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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 for your sanity
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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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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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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 lovers often do
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But I could've told you, Vincent
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This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you
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Starry, starry night
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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, a bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken 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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Perhaps they never will
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      ¿ÂÀüÇÑ Á¤½ÅÀ» °¥±¸ÇÏ¸ç ¾ó¸¶³ª ±«·Î¿ö Çß°í
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      ¾î¼¸é ¾ÕÀ¸·Îµµ ±×·²Å×ÁÒ. For they could not love you but still
      your love was true and when no hope was left
      in sight on that starry starry night.
      You took your life as lovers often do;
      But I could have told you Vincent
      this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ±×µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾ú±â¿¡, ÇÏÁö¸¸
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      ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î »ç¶÷¿¡°Ô Àý´ë ÀϺη¯ ±×·±°Ô ¾Æ´Ï¶ó´Â °É... 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 stranger that you've met
      the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose
      lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. º°ÀÌ ÃÑÃÑÇÑ ¹ã ÅÖºó Ȧ¿¡ °É¸° ÃÊ»ó
      À̸§ ¸ð¸¦ º®¿¡ °É¸° ä ¼¼»óÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸´Â
      ¾×ÀÚµµ ¾ø´Â ÃÊ»óµé. ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¸¸³­ ´©´õ±â ¿Ê¿¡
      ÃÊÃéÇÑ À̹æÀÎó·³ ÀØÀ» ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î¿ä.
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      ÁþÀÌ°Ü ¹¶°³Áø ºü¾Ë°£ Àå¹ÌÀÇ Àººû °¡½Ãµµ... And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
      how you suffered for your sanity
      how you tried to sqlSetthem free.
      They would not listen they're not list'ning still
      perhaps they never will. ÀÌÁ¨ ¾Ë °Í °°¾Æ¿ä ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹» ¸»ÇÏ·Á Çß´ÂÁö,
      ¿ÂÀüÇÑ Á¤½ÅÀ» °¥±¸ÇÏ¸ç ¾ó¸¶³ª ±«·Î¿ö Çß°í
      »ç¶÷µéÀ» ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇÏ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö, »ç¶÷µéÀº
      µéÀ¸·Á ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁÒ. Áö±Ýµµ ±Í±â¿ïÁö ¾Ê°í,
      ¾î¼¸é ¾ÕÀ¸·Îµµ ±×·²Å×ÁÒ.

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