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You may not go, baby, since the dogs are vicious and wild, and clubs, hoses, firearms, and jails aren't appropriate for a small child.
May I go downtown instead of going out to play today and participate in a Freedom March through Birmingham's streets?
You may not go, baby, because I am afraid those guns will fire.Instead, you may go to church and sing in the children's choir.
But don't worry, mama; I won't be alone.Other children will join me in marching through Birmingham's streets to free our country.
She's combed and brushed her night-dark hair, washed rose petal fragrant, and put on white gloves and white shoes.
The mother smiled as she realized her child was in a sacred place, but it was the final smile on her face.
Walking to the Church...
Her eyes became wet and wild as she heard the explosion and fell to the ground.
She raced through Birmingham's streets, yelling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,Then lifted out a shoe.
Here's the shoe my baby was wearing,But, where have you gone, baby?
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