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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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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
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