1965
1965
Yes, I'm the last baby boomer
too young for Woodstock, Kennedy
too old now to pretend
But I am the People
I'm this generation
freedom has been my friend
Call me niave, I still believe
we are all our beautiful color
our sister, father, brother
We are all Eve
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