summer '68

would you like to say something before you leave
perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
we said goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
we met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
from your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
and I would like to know

how do you feel?

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