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From this city they say you are going ... I am sorry you feel you must flee But remember your friends who were hippies And stayed in the Haight-Ashbury.
Chorus So come sit in the park one more hour It was here you first opened your mind And in friendship I'll give you a flower To remind you of love left behind.
Oh, I hear you've been talking of justice Of improving the world and all men But I tell you that world is a circle Leading back to yourself once again.
If you love this old world and wish truly To improve it before you are dead You don't have to press others unduly Better start with the world inside your head.
© (From a lyric by an anonymous Haight-Ashbury composer)
