Blues had the pulse beat of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Always my love That I have seen nothing but you.
We dip and dive, Rise and roll, Hide and are hidden On the front lawn - But the truth about cousins is There's too many.
Till the last bulwark of my democracy, I want to see the little stars, When the night is beautiful, So the eyes of my love, My bright, bright love for you.
I could tell you of my people.
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