Harlem Wine

Harlem Wine

THIS is not water running here,These thick rebellious streamsThat hurtle flesh and bone past fearDown alleyways of dreams.This is a wine that must flow onNot caring how nor where,So it has ways to flow uponWhere song is in the air.So it can woo an artful fluteWith loose, elastic lips,Its measurement of joy computeWith blithe, ecstatic hips.

THIS is not water running here,These thick rebellious streamsThat hurtle flesh and bone past fearDown alleyways of dreams.This is a wine that must flow onNot caring how nor where,So it has ways to flow uponWhere song is in the air.So it can woo an artful fluteWith loose, elastic lips,Its measurement of joy computeWith blithe, ecstatic hips.

THIS is not water running here,These thick rebellious streamsThat hurtle flesh and bone past fearDown alleyways of dreams.

THIS is not water running here,

THIS is not water running here,

These thick rebellious streams

That hurtle flesh and bone past fear

Down alleyways of dreams.

This is a wine that must flow onNot caring how nor where,So it has ways to flow uponWhere song is in the air.

This is a wine that must flow on

Not caring how nor where,

So it has ways to flow upon

Where song is in the air.

So it can woo an artful fluteWith loose, elastic lips,Its measurement of joy computeWith blithe, ecstatic hips.

So it can woo an artful flute

With loose, elastic lips,

Its measurement of joy compute

With blithe, ecstatic hips.

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