M-iss not the message,
I-n spite of the shallow lines;
A-llow your heart to know nothing but the good signs.
S-o miss not the message,
A-llow your mind to remember;
N-ever forget the meaning,
T-he thirtieth of September.
O-pen your life to idea about the deepest knowledge;
S-earch for the thought, miss not the message.
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