R-eading the life's events
I-s taking you out of the gray;
Z-one of blue shall vanish,
A-pril thirtieth Sunday.
P-ink sky you shall see
A-bove the new horizon;
N-ever shall you go afield,
U-nderneath the beacon.
N-ever fear the dark days,
C-rimson shall take its turn;
I-t's great to understand,
A-nother lesson to
L-earn.
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