S-aying the sweetest sound
H-as always made one smile;
E-arly morn eighth of July,
R-age is left all the while.
Y-ou say the sweetest sound to turn the hate into love;
L-et it warm the heart, as the sun shines up above.
M-ake a sweetest sound,
A-way from a bitter noise;
Y-our day will be brighter
O-n having a golden voice.
N-ever speak of another monicker
T-o the one you see around,
E-xpress one's own nickname, say the sweetest sound.
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