Black
　　I am black
　　As black as night,
　　The same as my heart of black Africa.
　　I am a slave:
　　Caesar asked me to wash the door.
　　Washington, let me wipe boots.
　　I am a worker:
　　Pyramid rising in my hands.
　　Andean Wool nest building I mixed mortar.
　　I am a singer:
　　All the way to bring Africa to play a sad song of Georgia.
　　I played jazz.
　　I am a victim:
　　Belgians in the Congo cut off my hand.
　　Now I'm in Texas by the lynching.
　　I am black
　　As black as night,
　　The same as my heart of black Africa.
　　1926
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　　The Negro Speaks of River
　　I know the river,
　　I know the river and as old as the world, than human blood vessels but also old.
　　My soul and rivers as deep.
　　When the glow of the rising, and I bathed in the Euphrates River Sri Lanka.
　　I take the huts beside the river in the Congo, urging me to sleep sound waves.
　　I'm looking down the Nile, built the pyramids.
　　When Arbor. Lincoln south to New Orleans, I heard the Mississippi River in the singing, I saw muddy river in the chest
　　Sun_set_ River is dyed a golden brown.
　　I know the river,
　　Old, dark river.
　　My soul and rivers as deep.
　　1926
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　　Short love
　　Because you are my song,
　　I sing too much you can not too long.
　　Because you are some of my prayers,
　　I'm not around you chattering.
　　Because you are my rose,
　　After the summer you will not come back.
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　　Reasons of love
　　Because I love you -
　　This is the reason
　　My soul like butterfly wings
　　Colorful.
　　Because I love you -
　　This is the reason
　　When you walked
　　My heart is the same as the aspen leaves tremble.
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