| I had a dream Mr. King If you’ll beg my pardon
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| I was trespassing A sacred garden
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| And the blossoms fell And they dropped like candy
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| And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi
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| And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi
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| When he was a boy He was afraid of the dark
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| His mother would fast And pray at his feet
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| And the lamp burned as he slept Slept as he dreamed
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| He was dreaming of his sisters Dressed in white muslin
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| Dressed in white muslin Dancing in a ring
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| He was afraid of the dark And the lamp burned
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| And his mother fasted And prayed as he slept
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| Dreaming of blossoms They were burning his throat
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| He had eaten flowers Fell burning
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| Flowers fell burning From the young girls' hair
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| He was whispering Into his god’s ear
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| Let the children be so Let the children be so And the lamplight flickered flickered And his mother withered like Job
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| And he lay there dreaming And the blossoms fell
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| And Tilak’s trumpet Proceeded to call
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| And the blossoms fell And they dropped like candy
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| And the people cried Gandhi Gandhi…
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| I had a dream Mr. King If you’ll beg my pardon |
| I was trespassing The sacred garden
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| And the blossoms fell Well, they dropped like candy
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| And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi
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| Hey little man Awake from your slumber
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| Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers
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| He was frail and shy And the cast of his mind
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| Was mercurial Was mercurial
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| As the sacred verbs Scrawled
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| In the dust On the floor
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| On the floor Long live revolution
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| And the spinning wheel And a handful of salt
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| And a handful of salt The untouchables
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| Dropped like candy They called to him
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| Gandhi Gandhi The children of god
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| With hands full of candy They called to him
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| Gandhi Gandhi Feel our woes-acap |