J-ust play the game of life,
E-arly thirty-first of May;
N-ever let torment beat you,
E-vading the blue and gray.
L-et the game of life train
Y-our heart, soul, and mind;
N-ever turn a blind eye to the stresses that grind.
A-llow your spirit to win,
L-osing not to pain and strife;
D-o it with hope and faith,
E-xcel in the game of life.
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