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Where were you last night?
Did you get lost in the crowd?

I remember the smell of the air.
Smoke was all around me.

I remember the sound.
Janis was blaring.

I remember what I saw.
History in the making.

I remember the taste of sweat.
It dripped into my mouth.

I remember what I felt.
Peace, love, and music.

Where were you last night?
Did you get lost in the crowd?




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