The owls hoot nearby;
The screech-owl calls;
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Lost in your cold cold arms
Yet your manliness endears me to you
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There are days that I feel like I would die
So sore afraid in bed I would lie
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I am black and referred to as a negro
Maybe it's the fault of my genotype
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Everyone desires to be something
Each desires embedded with wanting
These wants may be good or bad
Surely these makes up a lad
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The morning dews seem to consume me
I know not what the day holds in store
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I sit there staring straight at it
Watching it disappear
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When I gaze at the world
Am amazed by what I see
I wonder how the earth came to be
I wonder how everything in it was spoken to life
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I could hear music
But I didn't know what type of music
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