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I came upon a child of God, He was walking along the road and I asked him:
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| Well, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, gonna join in a rock 'n roll band. I'm gonna camp out on the land and I'm gonna get my soul free... | |
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| We are star dust we are golden | |
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By the time we got to Woodstock we were half a million strong and everywhere there was song and celebration
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| And I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the sky | |
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