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The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto