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The Summer of Love was a social phenomenon that occurred during the summer of 1967, when as many as 100,000 people converged in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco. Although hippies also gathered in major cities across the U.S., Canada and Europe, San Francisco remained the center of the hippie movement. Like its sister enclave of Greenwich Village, the city became even more of a melting pot of politics, music, drugs, creativity, and the total lack of sexual and social inhibition than it already was. As the hippie counterculture movement came further forward into public awareness, the activities centered therein became a defining moment of the 1960s, causing numerous 'ordinary citizens' to begin questioning everything and anything about them and their environment as a result.
This unprecedented gathering of young people is often considered to have been a social experiment, because of all the alternative lifestyles which became more common and accepted such as gender equality, communal living, and free love. Many of these types of social changes reverberated on into the early 1970s, and effects echo throughout modern society.
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It was a summer day, a long hot summer day, not in '69.
I met a girl on the beach with a tan of golden brown hair and long hair.
We fell in love, she was a gift from the salty air.
I couldn't imagine the day she would leave my life.
Oh God, my love is like ice cream,
the Summer sunshine melts it away.
I'm so stupid, was it a dream?
It's a bitter memory,
summer of love.
Not only love, but everything I do has gone like this.
Why's that? So many, many shitty things, I don't have the thing I really love.
I say I don't mind, but I really just pretend not to care.
Life is long, so I can't cry all the time.