The Yellow House

Ahem, my dear, Theo
 Thank you very much for your fifty franc note
 I spent the last on pastels
 I'll probably buy some oils
 Or maybe fix my teeth
 I promise that I'll use it well
 Has your cold finally gone away?
 What about that pain?
 If you come and visit for a day, I know you'll conquer that migraine
 In this letter is a render, hastily drawn
 A picture of this perfect yellow house in Arles
 I found all on my own
 A place that I can finally call home
 There's so much to say, where to begin?
 Anything you wanna add Gauguin?
 No
 My dear, Toulouse
 This is great, has my judgement always been this poor?
 This is great
 Can you remind me what I'm even here for?
 He's amusingly confusing me
 The torment never ends
 He's a brilliant artist and an even greater friend
 Now I'm tired all the time
 I'm wide awake
 Hey, Paul! Catch the turpentine!
 I've made a huge mistake
 Every day I'm getting better
 Save me once you get this letter
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 My dear, Vincent
 This is great
 My distant brother
 As it was always meant to be
 Let's not debate as we both recover
 I came here to be an artist not a bureaucrat
 You can charge a battery with our backhanded flattery
 There's nowhere in this house to hide from Vincent's herbal cyanide
 I swear he's a maniac!
 Don't tell Theo I said that
 My plan is working though my reward is overdue
 Patience, Paul, you've got to see it through
 For now I'll play along
 Nothing can go wrong
 Soon this will pay off
 Soon this will pay off
 Soon this will pay off
 Soon this will pay off
 This is great, a fine arrangement
 As it was always meant to be
 You innovate
 You pay our rent
 Take on the world together
 Ever yours
 Vincent
 Theo
 Paul
 P.S. Did you receive my canvases, watch out for the wet paint
 Oh
 P.P.S. If it isn't too much trouble, send another fifty franc