M-ake everything alright,
O-ctober thirty-first day;
N-ever let sorrow last,
I-nstead let it fade away.
C-ontrol your emotion, let your life stay composed;
A-llow your mind to calm when you need peace most.
M-ake everything alright,
E-ven if you're so confused;
N-ever let the poise vanish,
D-o it well wearing shoes.
E-arnestly dress yourself with the armor shining bright;
Z-ip with the shield of faith, make everything alright.
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