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Sunflowers staring from the frame
A rolling sky without a name
He stands alone but learns to shine
The lonely art becomes his sign
He paints the heat of summer skies
The wild sun burns behind his eyes
His brush is raw, the colors loud
A lonely man inside a crowd
Wheat fields sway where crows take flight
He turns the dark into a light
They call him strange, the colors scream
A burning field inside a dream
Sunflowers staring from the frame
A rolling sky without a name
He gives the world his silent heart
A lonely man becomes his art
Sunflowers staring from the frame
A rolling sky without a name
He stands alone but learns to shine
The lonely art becomes his sign
Wheat fields sway where crows take flight
He turns the dark into a light
They call him strange, the colors scream
A burning field inside a dream
Sunflowers staring from the frame
A rolling sky without a name
He gives the world his silent heart
A lonely man becomes his art
Sunflowers staring from the frame
A rolling sky without a name
He stands alone but learns to shine
The lonely art becomes his sign
