Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

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,

When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself

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 gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…

I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams