Nobody knows nothing like the blues I own
Indigo daydreams
Cerulean fantasies gone wrong
Rich prospects for the indigent
Black and beautiful
Dreams broken down
Abused
Misused and...
Deferred
In an instant
But this is the life
C'est la vie
Through the Harlem Renaissance I survived
Close your eyes
And you still wouldn't be able to imagine
What it was like
But for the sake of arguing
I'll submit
You can live vicariously
Through collections
You are the last
For rest...
Have taken fragments hues of blues
And gone.
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