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Thu, 24.09.2009

THE SONG OF THE SMOKE by William Edward Burghardt Du Bois.

I am the smoke king, I am black. I am swinging in the sky. I am ringing worlds on high: I am the thought of the throbbing mills, I am the soul of the soul toil kills, I am the ripple of trading rills, Up I’m curling from the sod, I am whirling home to God. I am the smoke king, I am black.

I am the smoke king, I am black.

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