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It's midnight in Arles

I sit across from you in the dimly lit café
Your eyes are restless, your hands are stained with paint
Silent strangers inspect each other helpless
Tell me of your visions, your fears, your dreams
You speak of stars in Arles, sunflowers, colours and light

We sip our coffee, we smoke our pipes, we watch the night
You smile at me as we forget ourselves in someone's bloodstream

You are a genius, a madman, a tortured soul
You pour your heart out on the canvas, on the paper, on the tablecloth
You create beauty, we create ecstasy, you create pain

I look at you, I hug you, I say goodbye
You walk away, you fade away, you disappear
You are a star, you are a sunflower, you are a light
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