N-o more tears to cry,
E-ven death to mourn;
L-ife eternal is rewarded,
Z-one of hell is torn.
C-omfort and pure delight
A-re not so far away;
S-o near is the end of anguish,
T-hursday twenty-fifth of May.
R-emain inside the fold, as the days are passing by;
O-pen your eyes to heaven, no more tears to cry.
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