The Sun Compels Him (Van Gogh, Haystacks)
Your muse gets no rest
you hear the voices
from lips only you can see
your craft is wholly unique
you capture the images
no one else bothers to chase
your passion is never starved
you eat from a vine
too high for others to reach
your demons are always so busy
you take their foolish advice
no matter the price you pay
your genius is hard to deny
you suffer for your craft
for the sun compels you to
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