Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed Let it be that great strogn land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. O, Let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But oppurtunity is real, and life is free, Equality is the air we breathe.
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say goodbye: And further still at an uearthly height One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was nethier wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.
My Sorrow, when she's here with me. Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be She lvoes the bare, the withered tree She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to lst She's glad the birds are gone away, She's glad her simple worsted grady Is silver now with clinging mist.
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