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This Isn't The Age of Aquarius


 

Its 65 degrees inside this breeze
The truth is seized
Censored
are all who see

Someone said this was the age of Aquarius
I think not
People forgot

When you see me
When I see you
The age of Aquarius 
Will be

Bombs will be no more
There will be peace
From shore to shore

When you hear me
When I hear you
The age of Aquarius 
Will be

You can remove 
the gas mask
and breath

When you feel me
When I feel you
The age of Aquarius
Will be

Planting trees
instead of disease
Butterflies will fly free

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 2/26/18

 

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