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The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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…
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de