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They brought me from
there
In chains
Where I born
Where my parents
past
Breathed their last
And still
Prints from my steps
back
There
There
Pains and memories
On ports of miseries
Where men made gold
Out of my miseries
There
They sent me without
hope
To the home
Of their hopes
There

Where

Made I
America
Out of my song
Song of sorrows
From pains
And miseries
I built this nation
Of fifty Golden
stars
But no one is mine
No stars in my blues
woes only in my
skies
Grey in tones ever
My nights
And diseased all my
days
With darkest of evil
deeds
Of men
Oh lord
My home is beyond
the mist
Of ocean that have
The gloomiest past
Irrigated this soil
with bloods
Red from bleeding
hearts
With my tears in
groan
And sweat grown
nation
No tears I saved
there
For the brothers I
don’t have
I died to make lives
For others not my
own
In fields of wild
gold
In battles of white
sabers
I died in chains
To make freedom for
others
No freedom for me
I died with my song
Sad and sorrows
As my mother also
Died in her sorrows
No cemetery for
slaves
And no graves
For their mothers
No groom’s song
There
My only song
For conscience
And hearts
If they are there
And there
And there
If they are there
? there in past
Only
My Song and my sores
With yawning pains

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