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Well I came upon a Child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him: Tell me, where are you going?
This he told me
Said I'm going down to Yasgurs' Farm
Gonna join in a rock-n-roll band
Got to get back to the land
To set my soul free
We are stardust we are golden
We are feel in a lonely garden
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Well they get along the sideway
I have thought to lose the smog
And I feel myself in form
In sad way turning
And maybe it's the time of yell
Yes maybe it's the time of men
And I don't who I am
I might be for learning
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By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strums
And were bewared of the song
And the celebration
And the dreams I saw along in that place
Writing shot out in the sky
Turning into butterflies above the nation
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