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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…
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right