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Van Gogh's Last Dream
Your room has one bed and only one chair. You’ve only one life and only one ear. Rise up, rise up from your hospital bed. Don’t heed what the good Dr. Gachet said. Go to your window, see the starry night. It’s only a dream. Do not fear the height. You think that your room is too far above, But in this dream, you have wings like a dove. Take flight far beyond sweet Venus and Mars Through a swirling of galaxies and stars. In the dark night, hear your prostitute sing. She’s just off key, but it lessens the sting. Watch the sun rise up, so bright in the East, Above the sunflowers, you are released. Hear a young girl’s voice like an angel sing. Her melodious lilt like wind chimes ring. Rise up from your hospital bed and go. Walk to your sun kissed wheat field below. Go to your wheat field. Put a gun to your head. It’s just a dream. You won’t really be dead. While off in the wheat field, his dream went black, He lives in colors which God shan’t take back.
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