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作曲 : McLean |
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作词 : McLean |
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Starry, starry night |
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paint your palette blue and grey |
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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 |
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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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And 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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and how you tried to set them free. |
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They would not listen 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 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 smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. |
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And 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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and how you tried to set them free. |
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They would not listen 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 in sight on that |
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starry starry night |
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You took your life as lovers often do, |
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But I could have 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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portraits hung in empty halls |
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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 stranger that you've met |
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the ragged men in ragged clothes |
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the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
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lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
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And now I think I know |
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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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and how you tried to set them free. |
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They would not listen they're not listening still |
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perhaps they never will |
