M-ake it above zero,
I-ntensify your ardor;
C-limb the highest hill,
H-aving a great vigor.
F-ind the score above zero,
E-leven is over the limit;
R-emain focused with fervor,
N-ever get weaker bit by bit.
A-im not for loss that brings
N-othing but sheer sorrow;
D-ay three of September,
E-nergy is ten above
Z-ero.
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