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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

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill

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

When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red

I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand

I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!