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M. L. King, Jr. | ||
| "I have a dream," the preacher said. He put some notions in my head That one day blacks would all be free To live with whites in harmony. He sadly died before the day When barriers were swept away. Yet we preserve his memory And live the dream he longed to see. Though social hatred is not dead, And baser passions still are fed, There's progress in the loving road And passions rarely will explode. | ||
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