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Why should it be my loneliness,
Why should it be my song,
Why should it be my dream
deferred overlong?
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Why should it be my loneliness,
Why should it be my song,
Why should it be my dream
deferred overlong?
Rest at pale evening
a tall slim tree
night coming tenderly black like me.
You talk like they
don't kick dreams
around downtown.
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you
Then, it will be true.
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left.
I was so sick last night I
Didn't hardly know my mind.
So sick last night I
Didn't know my mind.
I drunk some bad licker that
Almost made me blind.
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath
America will be!
Daddy, daddy, daddy,
All I want is you.
You can have me, baby
but my lovin' days is through.
A certain amount
of impotence
in a dream deferred.
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.