And you of tender years
can't know the fears that your
elders grew by.
And so please help them with your
beliefs
they seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well
their children's hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
the one they pitch, the one you'll
know by.
Don't you ever ask them why
if they told you, you would cry,
so just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
Teach your children-Crosby Stills Nash & Young.
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