Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.

Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.