D-on't cry a river of tears,
O-n twenty-second December;
N-ever think about heartache,
A-s you rise up from slumber.
L-et Wednesday pain pass,
Y-our life must feel the mirth;
N-either fret nor sorrow shall spoil the day of your birth.
R-aindrop on Thursday morn
I-s nowhere to be found;
V-ile weather has vanished,
E-vening chill is turned around.
R-emember not the past, for yesterday disappears;
A-llow your eyes to twinkle, don't cry a river of tears.
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