Quiet and calm night
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Rest, relax, hope I have inspiration for my work
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Originally posted by ispyyy:"
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
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lol... suddenly, remember this song ....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0xjBWmhzKA
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Vincent (Starry, starry Night)
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray.
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chill
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Chorus
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.
They would not listen.
They did not know how.
Perhaps theyÂ’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling cloud and violet haze
Reflect in VincentÂ’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue.
Mourning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artistÂ’s loving hands.
Chorus
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.
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps theyÂ’ll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
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.
Like the strangers that youÂ’ve met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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.
They would not listen.
TheyÂ’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will. -
Relax, drink, chill and feel old listening to cheesy old songs.
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