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Speak only with your voices and not the sword Listen to your leaders and the words of the Lord Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. While fury gathers around you provoking you to hate Remember what I told you, don't heed the dangled bait Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. The leaders of the country are speaking just the same As those who've gone before them and those who are to blame Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. Proclaim a day of mourning and let the flags fly low The future is before us as I have told you so Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. |
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Her hair the weeping willow at the water's edge And from my windy crag above the moorland sedge I see the willow fronds caress the ripples I feel her nipples at my fingertips. Her breasts are gentle snowdrifts in an open field The supple fingered winter wind the grass concealed And though the winter wind may be deceiving I feel her breathing at my fingertips. Her legs the spreading branches of the tree of life The willow wand will bend before the woodman's knife The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire Her warm desire is at my fingertips. |
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She looks so frail beside you as she wears her sick disguise You say she'll soon be better as you dry her tearful eyes You tell her fairy stories, she tries to understand She looks to you for comfort and holds out her little hand. But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again. You gently kiss her forehead and from the room you creep But you linger in the doorway as she whimpers in her sleep Her cheeks are flushed like sunset and her head's an open fire All night she turns and tosses as her temperature gets higher. But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again. The night light in the corner casts a soft and peaceful glow Her face becomes much cooler and her breathing much more slow She dreams of clowns and princes sailing boats and trains The fairies come by moonlight to take away her pain. And early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine. |
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Wake up one day, you're left alone From now on you're on your own The sands of time are running low You'll have nothing left to show The months slip by and change to years Soon the twilight gloom appears And then one day before you know You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? The pictures on the walls are shaking They can hear the storm a-breaking Storms may come and storms may go You'll have nothing left to show Buildings all around are trembling They can hear the earth a-rumbling Buildings come and buildings go You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? Tomorrow brings another dawn It might be better from now on Before too long that day will go You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? |
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