G-lory of your birth
L-ets you feel the thrill;
A-llowing the morn to make
Y-our heart brave the chill.
D-ay twenty-second October,
E-arly light warms your life,
L-etting you weather the storm and win over the strife.
A-nother glory of birth brings joy to the day;
N-ight shadows are gone, as the twilight walks away.
D-elightful glory of birth
U-ses not the tears of cry;
C-omfort instead is caused,
U-nderneath the bright sky.
L-et the dawn carry large
A-mount of fun and mirth;
N-ew fresh feeling comes from the glory of your birth.
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