Take all your chances while you can
You never know when they'll pass you by
Like a sum the mathematician cannot solve
Like me trying my hardest to explain
It's all about your cries and kisses
Those first steps that I can't calculate
I need some more of you to take me over
Take me over
If I had the chance to start again
Then you would be the one I'd come and find
Like the poster of Berlin on my wall
Maybe there's a chance our walls might fall
It's all about your cries and kisses
Those first steps that I can't calculate
I need some more of you to take me over
It's all about your cries and kisses
Those first steps that I can't calculate
I need some more of you to take me over
I know I because I cant calculate
How to respect you
How to start again
How to start again
How to start again
It's all about you
“As you can see, I am immersing myself in color—I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.”—Vincent van Gogh
“For the great doesn’t happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.”—Vincent van Gogh
"I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward."—Vincent van Gogh
"The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent."—Vincent van Gogh
“One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.”—Vincent van Gogh
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