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Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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—
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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…