A long time ago in the hippie days
When flowers were all the craze
I was a real wild child
But today I think I was rather mild.
Our dreams of peace and love
Were inspired by the one above.
Today we are not supposed to pray
To do so we might offend with what we say
Well even after all these years
Though a lot of heart aches and tears
This wild child is proud to say
She still talks to God each and every day.
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