K-nock your fears for a loop,
A-s you look up in the sky;
Y-our doubt will disappear,
E-arly twentieth of July.
P-revail against your worry,
A-s you see the sunrise;
S-torm has faded away,
C-heer fills up your eyes.
U-nderneath the blue sky, white clouds make a group;
A-im to win over the fret, knock your fears for a loop.
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