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They
were savvy young rockstars, cynical and idealist. They signed up hoping
the media exposure would be good –and because it would be cool
to get so close to the momentous events of their times. They did tv,
they did interviews. In December of that year they all went along
to a government reception, held in a prefab in Hyde Park, for the
leaders of the Countercultural Movement: and then guns started blazing.
It was a veritable massacre, a blood-spattered coup, the end of a
world. For those who survived, it would be the start of a long, strange
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