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More about Delilah And of the night we met. But there's more to the story My heart just can't forget. She filled my nights — but there was more — She had an earthy charm. And I was proud when we went out To have her on my arm. She had a regal bearing. She had a knowing smile. She had a certain sense of pride. Let's face it — she had style! But when I took her to the place Where I then lived with friends. Some said, "So long, we gotta go." And didn't make amends. And later at a night club We'd get more than a glance And hear the stifled whispers When we got up to dance. I feel the pain we felt back then As now I'm looking back. The year was 1955. My lady friend was black. So what went wrong? Why did we split? Did color do us in? I wish I knew the answers To the mysteries of the skin. I know I'm not a racist But relationships are tough. We then were victims of the times And felt we'd had enough.
But I still have feelings of uncertainty and guilt
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