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Strange memories on
this nervous night in Las Vegas.
Has it been five years ? Six ?
lt seems like a lifetime, the kind
of peak that never comes again.
# Love is but
a song we're singin' #
San Francisco
in the middle '60s...
was a very special time and place
to be a part of...
- but no explanation...
- # We can make the mountains ring #
no mix of words
or music or memories...
can touch that sense of knowing
that you were there and alive...
in that corner of time in the world,
whatever it meant.
# Though the bird
is on the wing #
# And you may not
know why #
There was madness
in any direction...
- # Come on, people, now #
- at any hour.
- # Smile on your brothers #
- You could strike sparks anywhere.
# Everybody get together #
- # Try to love one another #
- There was a fantastic
universal sense...
that whatever we were doing was right,
that we were winning.
And that, l think,
was the handle.
# Some may come
and some may go #
That sense
of inevitable victory...
over the forces
of old and evil.
Not in any mean or military sense--
we didn't need that.
Our energy
would simply prevail.
We had all the momentum.
We were riding the crest
of a high and beautiful wave.
- So now, less than five years later...
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you can go up a steep hill
in Las Vegas and look west...
and with the right kind
of eyes...
you can almost see
the high-water mark...
that place where the wave
finally broke...
and rolled back.
- # Try to love one another right now ##
- [ Waves Gently Crashing ]
