L-et not true love die,
I-n spite of the shake;
Z-one of wrangle and bicker
A-ims for the chain to break.
F-ight the falling-out,
A-s well as the argle-bargle;
L-et the contretemps fade,
L-et not the union wiggle.
O-n the twenty-sixth of May,
R-ed beacon rises up high;
I-ntensify the harmony,
N-ever let true love die.
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