Sixty-Seven
Sixty-Seven flowers everywhere music in the streets conventions turned upside down questions about everything then numbers came crunching billions in their wake chaining eyes and minds was it a colossal mistake I take off your granny classes you remove my dungarees we rediscover an energy rumored to be extinct those were the times these are mine and there's nothing guaranteed I do as I like like a child until I find something more interesting As the past threatens the young As snipers build a nest the old question re-emerge grammatically intact
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