Hippies
So what’s wrong about hippies
Peace and love and hair
Tell me if there still is
Magic in the air
Tell me what’s the substitute
For the peace and love
Can we make our own cahoot
On the terms above?
Out on the streets and then
You are back with stuff
Act as if you have a plan
Though your plan’s a bluff
And you know there is no goal
Other than a peace
And some love is there for all
What’s more worth than this?
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