A-ccept yourself with joy,
N-ever ever be insecure;
G-od has designed your person,
I-t's the scorn you must
E-ndure.
B-e confident enough,
R-ise and look at the sky;
I-ntensify your certitude,
O-n the twenty-fourth of July.
N-o one compares to you,
E-ven the prettiest on earth;
S-tay strong and happy, accept yourself with mirth.
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