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Life Is For The Living. Death Is For The Dead. Let Life Be Like Music. And Death A Note Unsaid.

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

If You Want To Honor Me, Give Some Young Boy Or Girl Who's Coming Along Trying To Create Arts And Write And Compose And Sing And Act And Paint And Dance And Make Something Out Of The Beauties Of The Negro Race-give That Child Some Help.

Democracy Will Not Come Today, This Year Nor Ever Through Compromise And Fear.

Gather Up In The Arms Of Your Love—those Who Expect No Love From Above.