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Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Gonna join in a rock and roll band Riding shotgun in the sky
Gonna get back on the land and set my Turning into butterflies
soul free Above our nation
We are stardust
We are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to
the garden
We are stardust
We are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to
the garden