We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Let the sunshine in...
That's the finale lyrics of Hair. An anthem that speaks to the hope and optimism of youth in this country. Even out of death, with the promise of more dying, this "tribe" has the vision to ask a nation in pain, disagreement and war to "Let the sunshine In".
Please, for yourself, let some sunshine into your life.
peace...
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