To fling my arms wide In some of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till till the white day is gone Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While a night comed  on gently; Black like me; That is my dream!     To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance ! whirl ! whirl ! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening...... A tall, slim tree..... Night come tenderly       Black like me   Jessica Ayere Davies - jayere2002@yahoo.com	The Political & Spiritual Purpose of the Holy Land
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