Parading

Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,

When purple ribbons bind the hill,
When purple ribbons bind the hill,
When purple ribbons bind the hill,
Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,
Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,
Do prayers, like kernels from the husk
Do prayers, like kernels from the husk
Come from your lips? —Jean Toomer
Come from your lips?
—Jean Toomer

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