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I’ve been hazy and down
And I don’t know the name of this town.

I thought flowers bent with the rain
He had to sense of direction.

They say the cold hard streets of this century
Have left no little green quiet spaces

And supposedly our minds are weaned onto TV.
Personally, I don’t really see it.

You put a flower in your hair
It’ll be alright.

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