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In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
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.…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
