B-right life lies ahead,
A-llow not yourself to moan;
R-emain hopeful and faithful,
B-ecause of the beacon
Z-one.
E-vening shadows disappear,
C-oal clouds become white;
L-ight at the end of the tunnel
E-rases the dark of night.
V-iew up above is pleasant,
I-n May fifteenth, gray turns red;
A-im at the glorious goal, bright life lies ahead.
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