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It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
