According to the poet,

It began in ‘sixty-three,

When rhythms of the world were young

So many songs remained unsung,

And life was gentler in degree.

There had been rumblings, of course;

The signs were there some years before

That the secret might be out

(Arthur Seaton had put it about),

But few could tell what lay in store.

It should have been a watershed,

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