Martin Luther King
Felt the brush of an angel's wing
Cried let freedom ring
And the stones cried outTestimony of the stones
Brought that prophet down
Sharp report at twilight
Then the cold cold groundHow long will it be
Till a voice of liberty
Can speak out so free
Without the stones crying
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