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a poem I read on English class two years ago by Langston Hughes
Dream Deferred
What
happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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Let me show you the way
It's the game that we play
Or whether it did
So easy
Let me show you the way
Or just say what you say
So easily
The way of your touch is always heavenly
and I love the way that you are loving me
You wrapped me up in the colour of your love
you must be an angel high from above
bridge
In the game of the heart, you know I know that you are mine
Let me show you the way
It's the game that we play
Or whether it did
So easy
Let me show you the way
Or just say what you say
So easily
Are you gonna be there when I need someone
And will I be always just the only one
I don't wanna have just another heartbreak
So tell me is your love true or a fake
bridge
In the game of the heart, you know I know that you are
It's the game that we play
Or whether it did
So easy
Let me show you the way
Or just say what you say
So easily
The way of your touch is always heavenly
and I love the way that you are loving me
You wrapped me up in the colour of your love
you must be an angel high from above
bridge
In the game of the heart, you know I know that you are mine
Let me show you the way
It's the game that we play
Or whether it did
So easy
Let me show you the way
Or just say what you say
So easily
Are you gonna be there when I need someone
And will I be always just the only one
I don't wanna have just another heartbreak
So tell me is your love true or a fake
bridge
In the game of the heart, you know I know that you are
Time
