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Armstrong, I am not black,
I am white skinned
When we want to sing
hope
What a lack of potency!
Yes I have beautiful to see the
sky, the bird
Nothing, nothing up there
The angels, zero
I have white skin.
Armstrong, you're splitting your pear,
We can see all your teeth,
I'm more brooding
Black inside.
ante for me, Louis, oh yes,
Sing, sing, sing
It keeps you warm
I'm cold, oh me
Who's white skin.
Armstrong, life
what a story!
It's not very funny
Whether we write it white on black
Or black on white
We mostly see red
br/>e, red,
Blood, blood, without respite or rest,
Whether we are, my word
Black or white skin.
Armstrong, one day , sooner or later
We're just bones...
Will yours be black
That would be funny
Come on Louis, come on luia,
Beyond our tinsel,
Ir and White are alike
Like two drops of water.