Baby Boomers

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We walked a path, but not together You walked it while danger slept You walked it in sunny weather You walked through on fields of heather You walked while the streams ran wet  
Pinch Fears make you pinch Your eyes And The corners Of your mouth   Fears are weird And
My generation is broken by the lack of respect. And yet are told to respect our elders. How am I to love someone if I am not loved back. Is that what you try to teach us?
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