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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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
