Shadows on the hills,Sketch the trees and the daffodils,Catch the breeze and the winter chills,In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you try to set them free.
They would not listen
They did not know how... Perhaps they'll listen now..."
Vincent (Starry, starry night) - Don McLean.
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