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The hands that painted glory
The mind that did forsee,
The colours of the rainbow
His creative genius was the key.

The flowers so golden
The sun that shone so bright,
The birds that flocked above
Fed his brush strokes might.

The swaying of the barley
The earth beneath his feet,
The beauty in his mind
The blue sky and the wheat.

The art in his life was flowing
But darkness did descend,
God called Vincent home to heaven
His troubled mind to mend.

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