“And kick hippies' hacky sacks into the bushes.”

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It's the little things I miss most.

On a day like this,

We would go to strawberry fields in central park

And kick hippies' hacky sacks into the bushes.

- look, you need to reset and try to feel normal again.

- normal? I don't know what normal is anymore.

- "normal" is a woman and a woman

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