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No one knows the joy when you creat. |
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By definition, something out of nothing. |
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Colours, canvas, light. |
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But Christ is the light bulb. |
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The sunlight Vincent down in Arles. |
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You painted nudes, I painted flowers. |
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We drank that cloudy absinthe all night long. |
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And the women we loved were loose. |
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When we lived in the yellow house. |
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In the yellow house life was ideal. |
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By definition, something one imagines. |
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Painters, brothers, friends. |
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At least till the end came. |
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Complete surprise, attack of range, |
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A most peculiar place to shave. |
| [02:11.51] |
In time our championship went wrong. |
| [02:21.99] |
But the pictures are living proof of our life in the yellow house. |
| [03:16.73] |
Ruined studio of the south. |
| [03:29.06] |
Three short months in the yellow house. |
| [03:43.71] |
I never knew that the malady was madness. |
| [03:50.29] |
Neither did I my friend, |
| [03:53.12] |
it sneaks on you from behind. |
| [03:56.58] |
I believed your condition had improved. |
| [04:02.04] |
I was convinced that hard work and our friendship would cure me. |
| [04:10.59] |
I was blind to your suffering forgive me. |
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You always helped me when you could. |
| [04:19.07] |
You did your best, at least you tried. |
| [04:22.16] |
But not enough to distract you from the end... |
| [04:34.37] |
A wheat field with crows and those cypresses in starry night. |
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You painted sunflowers is how I remember you. |
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Only my pistol can comfort this sadness tonight. |
