I had a dream about hands,
I dreamt that they could speak.
They said,'Hold us out to other hands!'
It's frienship that we seek.

'Open us,put us in other hands,
All colors-black,brown and white.
When a man shakes hands he understands
He has no need to fight.'

'Offer us to the world held wide
to people of other lands.
They'll see we have nothing to hide
If we show them open hands.'

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