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Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.
In the Quarter of the Negroes
Of the South have taken over--
More than German ever bore,
Dreams and nightmares!
In the Quarter of the Negroes
They asked me if my blackness,
Where the doors are doors九_九_藏_书_网 of paper
Not of her own doing--
Where the doorknob lets in Lieder
In a pot of collard greens
Voted all the Dixiecrats
No trains or steamboats going--
Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,
Blows a scratchy sound.
Would it rub off?
In white pillared mansions
In the pot begind the paper doors
Is gently stewing.
And a leaf of collard green.
By the river and the railroad
Whats smelling, Leontyne?
In a supermarket sea.
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Dreaming that the Negroes
You know, right at Christmas
And the wind wont wait for midnight
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For fun to blow doors down.
on the old iron stove whats cooking?
With fluid far-off goind
Nightmares, dreams, oh!
And we better find out, mama,
Her yesterday past grandpa--
Yet Leontynes unpacking.
Boundaries bind unbinding
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Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.
Dust of dingy atoms
A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy.
Comes the COLORED HOUR:
Right out of power--
A whirl of whisteles blowing.
I said, Ask your mama.
Lieder, lovely Lieder