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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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
