C-hoose the better future,
L-ife ahead is bright;
A-lthough the night is dark,
E-vening will yield to light.
E-lect the better future,
G-o on the twelfth of May;
E-ven though the twilight comes,
N-ew dawn denies the gray.
I-n spite of the blue,
A-nother day is a pleasure;
S-ee the break of morn, till you find the better future.
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