G-ood day to celebrate,
R-emembering your birth;
A-lmighty God has made,
C-reated you on
E-arth.
E-arly light starts to shine,
N-ew dawn has broken;
I-nclement clime turns fine,
L-etting the sun rise in the
O-pen.
N-ice moment to commemorate,
O-n July thirteenth morn;
V-iew of nostalgia appears
I-n the place where you were born.
C-louds so dark have turned
I-nto a beacon burning great;
O-ne beautiful bright sky, a good day to celebrate.
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