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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Lonesome Place

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
Find a friendly face.
 
Goin’ down to de river
Flowin’ deep an’ slow.
Goin’ down to de river
Deep an’ slow—
Cause there ain’t no worries
Where de waters go.
 
I’m weary, weary,
Weary, as I can be.
Weary, weary,
Weary as can be.
This life’s so weary,
‘S’ bout to overcome me.

#Americans #Blacks

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