Holding a pail, the rope runs down deep in a well;
Clouds gather on her drought-stricken face
Rain showers in me seeing her lightning eyes
As searching for life, she has found the trace.
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If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
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