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Do you remember those bright, unburdened, lazy days,
Depraved, half-winded, crazy days,
Days devoid of wit or wisdom,
The heady taste of hedonism.
The youthful taste of wine and **,
Songs at sunrise, spilling seed,
Days our branching thoughts were grown in,
Psilocybin, serotonin.
Those were days
When I thought days were endless
Those were days
We had to drink our restless hearts to sleep.
Those were days.
