How I miss you time of graceLook of love splashed on your face
Weapons, war, community
Hippies, gurus, big city
1970 rolls around
Consciousness goes underground
Beatles knew the time to go
One toke over the line in snow
This is how our days have gone
Drugging ourselves till the dawn
Gadgets, games, and trash TV
Cannot reclaim that harmony
And thought…..
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