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Tears For Vincent
in the restaurant auberge ravoux
if you sit quietly you can hear
the rushed patter of nervous feet
winding up the twirling staircase
the mad chatter of concern
anxious friends tending his despair
worry and dread increase
hands wet with cold fear
sweet girl in blue adeline
hurries with warm towels
to wash the burning pain
of her friend the artist
the sun has rested for the night
alone with the candlelight
of the inn's attic room
vincent moans his last breath
severe pain throws him to the wall
color fades in a dancing wave
his cries grow soft and silent
his paint-covered hands rest unmoving
dr. gachet mummers a sorrowful chant
anguish floods his tired eyes with grief
gone is the simple life
of the artist his friend
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