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| Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold to its heat Your temperature too hot for taming Your flaming feet burn up the street I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of you rattling drums Let me know, babe, about me fortune Down along my restless palms Gypsy gal you got me swallowed I have fallem far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing An' your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come an' make my Pale face fit into place, ah please Let me know babe, I got to know, babe If it's you my lifelines trace I've been wond'rin all about me Ever since I seen you there On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where You have slayed me, you have made me I got to laugh half ways off my heels I got to know babe, will i be touching you So I can tell if I'm really real |
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| The Spirit of East Harlem," a 1979 mural at 104th St., known locally as Mural Row.- The New York Times | ||||||||||||||||
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| "Puerto Ricnans who have pioneered to El Barrio wonder what will become of the adopted beloved homeland"- New York Times | ||||||||||||||||
| A mural by the prolific James de la Vega. "I have a love-hate relationship for this place." he says- The New York Times | ||||||||||||||||