简约大气金边框信纸信笺.docx

Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and gray
look out on a summer's day
They would not listen
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you try to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen you now