J-ust make the world smile,
E-ven if there are tears to cry;
L-et everyone ease the pain
A-bout climbing hills so high.
I-nclement clime threatens,
N-ew storm starts to brew;
E-vening chill is coming by, as the devil deploys his crew.
I-n making the world smile,
S-adness should be replaced;
A-lternative thing is joy
B-ecause it fills the space.
E-agerly make the world smile, allowing the sun to rise and shine;
L-et the dawn break with cheer, causing the day to be so fine.
T-wenty-seventh day of July,
A-nother laughter reigns for a while;
N-ever let the morn moan, just make the world smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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