Loping waltzing marching
happy, quick and proud
and hopping with excitement
we converge on the capital
the bass-drummer beat
and big the brasses blared
our entry was a rout
as if fleeing in disorder
"Peace" was our password
that stung from lip to lip
people spoke in tongues
the future had no shape
we two met in that crowd
that carried us along
I shall not forget the light
of recognition in your eyes
your name is New Beginning
I love you, New Beginning
-Paul Goodman
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