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		<title>Song of Praise</title>
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		<published>2006-02-09T13:04:37Z</published>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Song of Praise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sing the song then, let it sound &lt;br /&gt; through the land. The song that now&lt;br /&gt; keeps us alive, when the other noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  is there to kill us, to deaden our ears&lt;br /&gt; to the song of our selves that&lt;br /&gt; these musicians sing. Let the force of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  make its way into our hearts&lt;br /&gt; in the last days of this era, &lt;br /&gt; this error less human men have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  of our time. The time is now, that we can make&lt;br /&gt; a true song of our selves, a music that will&lt;br /&gt; open all of our I's to each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  other.  Let such a man as&lt;br /&gt; Jimmy Garrison be your base, you can&lt;br /&gt; build on a music strong as his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp; make your time as free as&lt;br /&gt; Elvin's, your touch as McCoy's, your song as&lt;br /&gt; pure as Trane's, sing a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  as strong as theirs, a song of praise&lt;br /&gt; for all the humans on earth, &amp; for the love&lt;br /&gt; of all of our selves'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  a song to lead us on&lt;br /&gt; in this cold december&lt;br /&gt; of a long &amp; murderous year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Detroit&lt;br /&gt; December 6, 1965/&lt;br /&gt; New Orleans&lt;br /&gt; December 4, 1995&lt;/em&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Song of Praise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sing the song then, let it sound &lt;br /&gt; through the land. The song that now&lt;br /&gt; keeps us alive, when the other noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  is there to kill us, to deaden our ears&lt;br /&gt; to the song of our selves that&lt;br /&gt; these musicians sing. Let the force of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  make its way into our hearts&lt;br /&gt; in the last days of this era, &lt;br /&gt; this error less human men have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  of our time. The time is now, that we can make&lt;br /&gt; a true song of our selves, a music that will&lt;br /&gt; open all of our I's to each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  other.  Let such a man as&lt;br /&gt; Jimmy Garrison be your base, you can&lt;br /&gt; build on a music strong as his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp; make your time as free as&lt;br /&gt; Elvin's, your touch as McCoy's, your song as&lt;br /&gt; pure as Trane's, sing a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  as strong as theirs, a song of praise&lt;br /&gt; for all the humans on earth, &amp; for the love&lt;br /&gt; of all of our selves'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  a song to lead us on&lt;br /&gt; in this cold december&lt;br /&gt; of a long &amp; murderous year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Detroit&lt;br /&gt; December 6, 1965/&lt;br /&gt; New Orleans&lt;br /&gt; December 4, 1995&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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