Countryside
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Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?
The decade’s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
I lived confined, raised by the city, resenting the countryside of me
I prefer city lights to the country stars & gasoline cars to deer running wild
