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Слушать(AI)For A Lady I Know
She even thinks that up in heaven Her class lies late and
While poor black cherubs rise at seven To do celestial chores.
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa
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We shall not always plant while others The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Song In Spite Of Myself
Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching; And bit by bit to the smallest That organ will be breaking
To A Brown Boy
That brown girl's swagger gives a To beauty like a Queen, Lad, never damn your body's When loveliness is seen
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Wherein are words sublime or noble What Invests one speech with haloed eminence, Makes it the sesame for all doors shut, Yet in its like sees but impertinence
