Anyway, my little response to today's discussions.
Gone with purity, gone with pride
All possible replacements are near
No reason, why bother to hide
Our forceful feelings of fear
Where sunshine prevailed over rain
No need to strengthen powers
Apart from those of your brain
Does it make sense, is there an aim
To be reminiscent of things in a past
All knew it would not stay the same
Love, peace and happiness wouldn't last
Why not accept reality and continue
Nostalgia is natural but what is the
use
Yet somehow I cannot help feeling blue
Joining the anxieties is what I refuse
Praying for a past I didn't participate
in
It sounds sentimental and maybe it is
In 1967 there was also sorrow and sin
Yet one season was filled with a bliss
Nowadays it feels out of date to state
That people need to make love, not war
But it's no coincidence all we feel is
hate
Peace and harmony are a station too far
Flowers filled the bumpy San Fran
streets
Hippies in Haight-Ashbury took the lead
The earth moved, it created beautiful
beats
A demonstration without difficulty to
succeed
In order to experience the immaculacy
alive
It would be good to see them once from
above
So we would know why to bother and
strive
For one tiny taste of the summer of
love
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