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Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68

And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long-- Not now can passion flower in song

Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
Show me pictures

If all the skies were sunshine,
Our faces would be
To feel once more upon
The cooling splash of rain

Under the blue skies of her native
She languished and began to fade
Until surely there flew without a
Above me, her young shade;