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Kissing coals, her burnout lips Ask old Bruo, who salts the snails She's sticky sweet, hard as... Asphalt in winter Tarbaby His days are plain But his
mine Tarbaby, Tarbaby, tell me true Who is really the jigaboo? Is it the white man, the white talking that jive Or the black man, the black trying
South just don't hang us up here. Here the unknown is at hand and not far from my heel a tarbaby feel for the Czar. For those who are lonely well
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