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I sometimes hide my eyes
Behind darkened glasses
Care to look at the world
Through rose colored flashes
Psychedelic prisms
I watch the colors blend
Wishing it could be like this
Throughout the world, again
Hippies spreading love
Peace and understanding
So tired of the ones, who
Just keep on demanding
I will not hide forever, no
Behind this tinted glass
Cause I’ll never be the one
To follow all, en masse
March to the beat of a different drummer
I refuse to ever become just a number….
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