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I met someone and asked 'Where are you going? Something special?' There's a large field over there where I will sing to free my soul People are golden, star dust in the large, large field - finally back in the garden 'Oh, can I come with you? Out of the smog!' We just spin around in mists without a view but very perhaps something changes in time, or in me The army no longer throws bombs but food and drinks on all the hungry people without money, devilish money - finally back in the garden
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Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 3:51 AM UTC
Back in the garden
I met someone and asked 'Where are you going? Something special?' There's a large field over there where I will sing to free my soul People are golden, star dust in the large, large field - finally back in the garden 'Oh, can I come with you? Out of the smog!' We just spin around in mists without a view but very perhaps something changes in time, or in me The army no longer throws bombs but food and drinks on all the hungry people without money, devilish money - finally back in the garden
Song "Woodstock" (1970, album "Ladies of the Canyon", Joni Mitchell) Collections "The drama" and "Reaching out"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 3:51 AM UTC
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