A-im at the priceless prize,
N-ever turn a blind eye;
N-ever turn a deaf ear,
E-arnestly learn to soar high.
S-earch for the priceless prize,
A-lmighty God gives the reward;
Y-ou must begin to serve Him,
S-tart now to strive hard.
O-n the fifteenth of November, wake up before the sunrise;
N-either gold nor silver can equal the priceless prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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