by Maya Angelou
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Thus she has lain Black through the years. (7-8)
brigands ungentled icicle bold (11-12)
sugarcane sweet deserts her hair golden her feet mountains her breasts two Niles her tears. (2-6)
deserts her hair golden her feet (3-4)