N-ot for a minute,
A-nyone won't hurt your pride;
O-pen heart will surely
M-ake you feel good
I-nside.
A-n early beacon will shine,
R-aindrops will pass you by;
J-ust stay firm and steadfast,
O-n the twenty-sixth of July.
N-ever will smog and haze remain thick and infinite;
A-ll clouds will never be black, not for a minute.
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