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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—

Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway;
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes Blown by black players upon a picnic day
She sang and danced on gracefully and calm,
Th...

Here on the edge of hell
Stands Harlem—
Remembering the old lies,
The old kicks in the back,