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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh sometimes i feel so sad and remember the long ago days and the expectations i had though i walked the streets in a haze and ate at wendy’s alone and slept on a wet park bench my dreams had not turned to stone i defied the powers that were in their temples of metal and glass in their towers destined to fall when the truth was revealed at last it was only a matter of time it was obvious at a glance when rainbows would fill the sky and little children come out to dance but the days and the years went by the decades and the centuries and the towers are still there not even swaying in the breeze o dreamers unite! do not drown in the river of night keep alive the heavenly flame in the end it will turn out all right next