Song: Passing Complexion

She was his,
She would take his children:
Black and white,
Right to her own breast.
There were times,
When he could mix
With ordinary white company.
And if the subject never came up
No one would notice
He had what they call passing complexion.
She was his,
She took of his children:
Black and white,
Straight to his chest.
There was a time
When he could blend in
With ordinary white company.
And if this case never comes up,
No one will notice that
He had sit.


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