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by Charles Carreon Psychedelic ways are out of style I'm a relic of former days, Maudlin nostalgia-monger of curious ways. Flower children, hippies, Alice in Wonderland--we're all out of style with Peter Pan Nobody ever visits Neverland.
You and I, we remember When hearts were mild and faces slender And the city haze was left behind Looking for naked woodlands and clean water.
So what if it never panned out; if the dreams glimmered and faded? We looked and dreamed and held and knew our dreams before we traded them for food and shelter, This phase of life that's helter skelter.
Having learned to dream, you never forget how to seek a path with heart.
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