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It was 1969 the day was 15 I was up in the sky I was only eighteen White Lake in the town of Bethel, New York I saw trees being hugged and loved I saw no one eating pork The rhythm, the sense of happiness and being free I was one with everyone like it was meant to be I cried from excitement, tears full of joy It’s like I relived Christmas when I was just a boy I made love with the one I’m with today I have three beautiful children And that’s how it’s going to stay I kept the blanket that kept this family whole all because of 1969 I rest with the blanket with the hole
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
The blanket with a hole
It was 1969 the day was 15 I was up in the sky I was only eighteen White Lake in the town of Bethel, New York I saw trees being hugged and loved I saw no one eating pork The rhythm, the sense of happiness and being free I was one with everyone like it was meant to be I cried from excitement, tears full of joy It’s like I relived Christmas when I was just a boy I made love with the one I’m with today I have three beautiful children And that’s how it’s going to stay I kept the blanket that kept this family whole all because of 1969 I rest with the blanket with the hole
#love#happy#family#woodstock#1969
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
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