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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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
