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Sometimes I believe I can never again look upon
“Starry Night,” without hearing, in my head,
“American Pie,” but wonder if I listened to the song
“Vincent,’ while looking at an apple pie
if it would have the same effect on my soul.

The other day I watched “The Doctor and Vincent,”
and cried all through it,
then drove my Chevy to the levy;
another confused American
who refuses to harden his soul
to hate the way the world is
slowly turning on a creaking axle,
like a weather vane in vain.