Paint an old light

The darkest of nights are filled with light
hard to admit for pain-filled eyes
A canvas of wishes lifted Van Gogh
Van Gogh, in turn, lifted his brush
In turn, we opened our eyes
even our hearts

Light has always been here
just ask van Gogh and his lifted brush
just ask the mirror
lose your ears and hear, here you are light
lose your eyes and see.

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