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Won't count the things I've tasted,
How far I've been wasted,
Seeking my own self.
Acid flowing in the wind
Cross the wild blue lake.
What will a man do
How much will he stake-What will he take
To know what's true?
Acid flowing in the wind
Thru the tall knowing pine-I bend to it's glory.
Yes, far from my weary city story.
I kneel weeping and yessing
To an all knowing shrine:
This aged tree-eternal design
And know this once I too am free-
And I cry in godlike high:
We were young you and I
And mountain summer rain,
Thru green willing branches,
Whispers gentle upon my face...
Whispers: "Forget the race-
Life itself is the only grace."
Acid flowing in the wind
Cross the blue lake.
Acid...Acid...Acid...in the wind.
