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Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night flaming flowers that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now.
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.
6 comments:
Oy gevalt!
They've been selling machines lilke that for 50 years, but they didn't call them slap cut - or whatever it is. I need one!!
Doood.
I giggled all through the commercial...and I OWN (generic version) on of those!
Wow. I want his nuts.
SlapChop!
I'm now convinced that this is the mechanism that some deranged ex-girlfriend will use to kill me.
Thanks for the nightmares Brenda...
Vincent! That's a nice Don McLean song:
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
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.
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