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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I am going to type a song that my Cousin Ming Zhen gave to me, Well , enjoy!!

Song Tittle : Vincent
By : Don Mclean
Song :
Starry starrry night,Paint your palette blue and grey.Look out on a summer's day,With eyes know darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,Sketch the trees and daffodils.Catch the breeze abd the winter chills,In colours of the snowy linen land.
Now I understand,What you tried to say to me.How you suffered for your sanity,how you tried to set them free.They would not listen,They did not know how,Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night,Flaming flowers that brightly blaze.Swirling clouds in voliet haze,Relect in Vincent 's eyes of China blue.
Colours changing hue,Morning fields of amber grain.Weathered faces lined in pain,Are soothed beneath the aritist's loving hand.
Now I understand,What you tried to say to me.How you suffered for yuor sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen,they did not know how,Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,But still your love was true.And no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night,You took your life as lovers often do,But I could have told you Vincent,This world was never meant for what as beautiful as you.
Starry starry night,Portaits hung in empty halls.Frameless heads in nameless walls,With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stangers that you've met,The ragged man in regged clothes.The silver thron of bloody rose,Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know,What you tried to say to me.How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,They're not listening still,Perhaps they never will... ... ... ...

So, It is nice?????????
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