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The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
