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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…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
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,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
