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The Land of Beginning Again
| I wish there were some wonderful place |
| Called the Land of Beginning Again, |
| Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches, |
| And all our poor, selfish griefs |
| Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door, |
| And never put on again. |
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| I wish we could come on it all unaware, |
| Like the hunter who finds a lost trail; |
| And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done |
| The greatest injustice of all |
| Could be at the gate like the old friend that waits |
| For the comrade he’s gladdest to hail. |
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| We would find the things we intended to do, |
| But forgot and remembered too late— |
| Little praises unspoken, little promises broken, |
| And all of the thousand and one |
| Little duties neglected that might have perfected |
| The days of one less fortunate. |
| |
| It wouldn’t be possible not to be kind. |
| In the Land of Beginning Again; |
| And the ones we misjudged and the ones whom we grudged |
| Their moments of victory here, |
| Would find the grasp of our loving handclasp |
| More than penitent lips could explain. |
| |
| For what had been hardest we’d know had been best, |
| And what had seemed loss would be gain, |
| For there isn’t a sting that will not take wing |
| When we’ve faced it and laughed it away; |
| And I think that the laughter is most what we’re after, |
| In the Land of Beginning Again. |
| |
| So I wish that there were some wonderful place |
| Called the Land of Beginning Again, |
| Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches, |
| And all our poor, selfish griefs |
| Could be dropped, like a ragged old coat, at the door, |
| And never put on again. |
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