You don't know
My olden days
They were as loud
As Purple Haze
A crowd of friends
And lovers sang
While amplifiers
Ripped and rang
Exploding hair
A cloud of smoke
Strawberry Hill
A proffered toke
My thumb took me
Round the world
Prayer flags whipped
And campfires curled
Love held us up
Peace was our cry
I miss those days
I will not lie
When I am done
With this damned maze
Drop me off
Where Jimi plays
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