J-ust clap your hands, clap,
E-very time you are pleased;
N-ever hide your happiness,
G-reat beacon comes from the east.
C-lap your hands, clap,
L-earn to appreciate good things;
A-scending sun above the horizon
R-eleases the heaven's blessings.
I-t's an entertaining dawn,
T-he twilight understands;
O-n the fourth of July, just clap your hands.
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