What happened to the days of Bangor,
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, flowers and beads?
What happen to the roads we took
with smiling faces blank on grass?
What happened to the sunshine
we thought would never set?
What happened?
Where are the days of loving youth
of flowers, beads and banners high?
Where are the days of cartoon Beatles
when all you needed was love?
Where are the days?
Where have they gone?
26,27,28 February 1980
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