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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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CABARET

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Langston Hughes·1901–1967·Harlem Renaissance
oes a jazz-band ever sob?They say a jazz-band’s gay.Yet as the vulgar dancers whirledAnd the wan night wore away,One said she heard the jazz-band sobWhen the little dawn was grey. TO MIDNIGHT NAN AT LEROY’S Strut and wiggle,Shameless gal.Wouldn’t no good fellowBe your pal. _Hear dat music....Jungle night.Hear dat music....And the moon was white._ Sing your Blues song,Pretty baby.You want lovin’And you don’t mean maybe. _Jungle lover....Night black boy....Two against the moonAnd the moon was joy._ Strut and wiggle,Shameless Nan.Wouldn’t no good fellowBe your man.