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Parenthetically, eLLe is my name. eLLe means Lady. It is not about the meaning, but style " e L L e ". I would say I extremely love Eyes, Nose, and Lips. Little " e " stand on the left and the right side as my eyes are staring at YOU or SOMEONE. Capital " L " in the middle as the nose smell the sweet roses. This proverb is truly meaningful. There are many different meanings... Here, Sympathize with other is look like it happy to stay with me than other stuff. And the last capital " L " is Lips. Lips of Love, one world one Life and one Love.

(^_^) Don't be down everything has there own way to get out. Time will pass by. Be confident!! Smile!! n Smile!!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Vanessa Williams - Colors Of The Wind - Pop

Mood: Romantic
Type: Pop
Tempo: S
Artist: Born in 1963,Millwood, New YorkVanessa studied piano and French horn growing up, but was most interested in singing.
- Miss New York in 1983., Miss America 1984
Song Info: from her 1988 debut album
- Vanessa Lynn Williams: the first Black Miss America (later resigned), R&B/Pop singer, and the star of ''Eraser'', ''Shaft'', and the 1997 film version of ''Soul Food".

Verse1
Think you own whatever land you land on
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

Think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew

Chorus
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Verse2
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers
And the heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends

Repeat Chorus

Out Chorus

How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

Verse3
And you'll never hear the wolf cry
To the blue corn moon
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
To paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still all you'll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind