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She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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