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DON'T let it be just a phase©
Oh child of the sixties,
you were a product of peace and love.
All grown up now,
and you see what the world's really made of.
People go about things,hardly time to care.
They're too busy keeping up with the jones's,
than to have a loving moment to share.
What happened to walking slow,holding hands?
What has become of life,
that being ahead is more in demand?
Oh the merriment,the flower child,
where'd all those happy people go?
It's so vivid in my mind now,though long ago.
So when you see a hippie type simply gaze.
For the love beads,the peace sign,
is what we need these days.
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