L-et the heartache turn
Y-our whole life around;
N-ever lose your hope, faith, and love you've found.
V-ilest hurt has turned
I-nto a thousand thrill;
C-omfort leaves the pain,
T-wenty-first of April.
O-pen your heart to new morn,
R-ain turns into a daybreak;
A-im to feel the joy,
M-ake it through the
A-che.
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