real can you feel my love, can you feel my love, can you feel yes it?s real my love, yes it?s real my love, yes it?s real real love
the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth
as they could ever hope to do And when you dream you dream of a day When you find something you could love half as much As you love all your little
