| Make a song, song maker
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| Sing of love, sweet love.
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| Do not make it a shaker,
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| Make it move from above.
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| Sing it strong and gentle,
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| Sing it sweet and low.
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| Let the words be simple
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| So that all may know
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| The dignity of man,
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| Sing of the dignity of man,
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| Sing of the dignity of man.
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| Sing of proud black brother,
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| Sing of pale-faced son.
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| Sing of the joys of a mother,
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| She’s the mother of everyone.
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| You got red blood rivers
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| Rushing through your veins.
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| You got hearts that quiver
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| Full of love’s sweet pain.
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man.
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| Make a dream, dream weaver,
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| Full of hope and praise.
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| Sing of the joyful,
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| Sing of the joyful sadness
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| Of this human play.
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| Oh, gather all men’s wishes,
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| Show them to be one.
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| Sing of God’s great glory
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| For the humbled hearted one.
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man
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| Sing of the dignity of man… |