Our native hippie souls live deep in the pacific red woods in little green yurts
Here we assist and help other people, we feed em, we clothe em... no one ever hurts
The love grows between us, platonic and lustful, we wear no panties under our skirts
We run around wild and free, full of trust and truth, brawny men linger without shirts
Children birthed and raised as a tribe, respectful, honest.... amazing healing experts
We pen our secrets and our ways in books strewn with our magic in little excerpts
Only our secret holder knows the full his and herstory that we create in united concert
It's our purpose to teach peace again to a world on a blind date with a Deathcon 1 alert
Yep, damn it, we all live in community in little green yurts
Communing with nature..Sitting on and being one with Mama Earth
Come, join us, get your hands dirty here with us in the dirt
And peace, serenity and condition-less love will be your just desserts
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