B-etter day will shine,
E-ighteenth September morn;
T-o bring a million mirth
H-appy dawn won't adjourn.
P-leasant day will shine,
R-ain turns to good weather;
A-nother storm stops brewing,
D-arkness and chill are
O-ver.
P-leasurable day will shine,
I-nclement clime disappears;
L-ight in the sky shall take
A-way all of the tears.
Z-estful zenith up above is there to make you fine;
A-fter the night passes by, better day will shine.
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