M-ake your eyes dry,
H-owever gray or blue;
A-llow them both to sparkle,
E-ase the pain in
Y-ou.
L-et your eyes dry,
A-fter crying a sea of tears;
C-omfort your heart with faith,
U-sing no doubt and fears.
A-nother dawn has broken,
T-wenty-second of July;
A-s you remember the mirth, make your eyes dry.
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