Get back to the basics with the boys in the band...
Four friends playing music, singing songs,
sporting Chuck Converse, fur coats, and boyish grins;
rosy cheeked they jest, in spite of bobbies and uptight executives,
graciously gifting memories to shop-keeps, secretaries, young men suited black
assembled peacefully and adorned
by top hats and pipes, mini skirts, go go boots, and skinny ties
eyes and mouths agape,
whispers calm and movements absent;
four kings crowned infinitely, for posterity,
unknowingly,
refreshingly
chilly against the winds of change,
ignoring broken hearts and broken laws,
pushing harmony through electricity
again,
for the last time as one,
as four
Let it be...
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