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And these are the entries as of 1:30pm

 

26:45 - JR In Ann Arbor

28:00 - Matt in KC

28:13 - Hazed and Amuzed

28:39 - marauderswr80

28:49 - GripnRip

29:00 - billsrcursed

29:01 - Fezmid

30:19 - Bill from NYC

30:49 - chazbb

31:09 - JinVA

31:17 - itaos

32:10 - Astrobot

32:17 - davefan66

32:24 - 34-78-83

32:28 - bills44

32:40 - cpabob

33:01 - The Dean

33:19 - Mr Info

33:23 - Tortured Soul

33:29 - jayg

34:00 - Frez

34:15 - RI Bills Fan

34:17 - catskillbill

34:27 - beastmode13

34:32 - Fear Poz

34:34 - The Tomcat (Vincent)

34:56 - billsfan72

35:00 - NFLBighits

35:25 - Golden Wheels

35:37 - georg793

36:19 - Beerball

36:40 - Billadelphia

36:50 - McGill Bill

37:14 - monsterman75

37:37 - thebug

37:53 - fishiewishie

38:06 - mike6683

38:12 - macaroni

38:27 - mead107

38:41 - lets_go_bills

39:10 - dog14787

39:39 - SwampD

40:00 - cåblelady

55:05 - Hamdan's Revenge

55:06 - MarkyMannn

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why is there a Vincent next to my name?

 

 

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 the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land

 

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

Reflecting 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 hands

 

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

 

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

 

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

A silver thorn on a bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

 

Now I think I know

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're not listening still

Perhaps they never will

 

-Don Mclean

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