J-oy gives place to worry,
H-appiness has touched the gray;
A-im to wipe the tears,
J-ust take them all
A-way.
G-ladness gives place to woes,
A-llowing your heart to glow;
R-ising sun September fifteenth
C-ancels the shadow of sorrow.
I-t's now time to smile, fill your mind with glory;
A-s you behold the beacon, joy gives place to worry.
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