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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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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…
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—