Vincent van Gogh

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  By Phoophi Many years have gone by, Since my master passed away, Once nothing, now everything, He made me, me, He made me famous,
They say you make your best masterpieces when you ya self are in pieces
Did you know van Gogh ate yellow paint to get the happiness inside And did you know everyone thought he was crazy because how could eating yellow paint possibly get the happiness inside.  
I’ve been taking in ideas of what life should mean from nameless strangers I’ve never even met. I try to listen to what they have to say; I want to tuck it away into my soul and save it for you.
Stars swirl and turn like a pool of quick sand Leaving gold dust in the darkening sky Flickering and burning til’ the world’s end Scattered like the homey towns in Versaille
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