C-ry not a pool of tears,
H-ear the words I say;
E-ars of you must listen, to take you out of the gray.
F-ill not your eyes with tears,
A-pril twenty-ninth Saturday;
B-lue night turns to morn,
E-vening chill fades away.
L-onely dusk has vanished,
L-ong raindrop disappears;
O-pen your heart and smile,
N-ever cry a pool of tears.
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