The Starry Night- Vincent Van Gogh
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spilling the oil paints he constructs a realm, almost like a paradise
a blinking little homely village; he had the lanes all memorized
countless drops of flaxen orbs, competing with the fireflies
sesbania green conifers, radiating flames that sought to touch the night sky
under the crescent dazzling moon, clouds soar loud like the egyptian blue ocean tides
"I don't know for sure but stars make me dream," Van Gogh dreamily sighed
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