At Eternity’s Gate, 1890 by Vincent Van Gogh

O’ Clementine, O’ Clementine,

This world you never knew.

But the one you did, well, it was mine,

And it stopped its spinning all for you.

Yes, child, that love you drank whilst here,

It flowed from my weeping heart.

The Good Lord turns a bitter tear

To wine for those so soon depart.

Yet what now that you see His face?

Who am I to pray for you?

No, my dear, you must pray for Grace,

That this world of mine might spin anew.


To Clementine, my beloved saint.

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