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Memory
Of A Free Festival
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The children of the summer's endGathered in the dampened grass We played our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our hands It was God's land It was ragged and naive It was Heaven Touch, we touched the very soul Of holding each and every life We claimed the very source of joy ran through It didn't, but it seemed that way I kissed a lot of people that day Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon To paint that love upon a white balloon And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops That man has pushed beyond his brain Satori must be something just the same We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size We talked with tall Venusians passing through And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head And away they soared Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud Someone passed some bliss among the crowd And we walked back to the road, unchained "The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party The sun machine is coming down, and we're gonna have a party" |
 
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