D-ay twenty-six of July,
E-arly light starts to ascend;
X-factor is the beacon,
I-solated raindrops
E-nd.
C-ry not because of thorns,
A-ll in the world are in balance;
S-adness or joy, either way
I-s in someone's hands.
Q-uotes on life are positive,
U-ps and downs make one sick;
I-n spite of God's blessings,
N-ever a rose without a prick.
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