L-et March twelfth Sunday
O-pen the mind with wisdom;
R-ise of the sun begins,
Y-our birthday has come.
F-ill your heart with warmth
O-f the burning beacon;
N-ight chill is brought
T-o dark and oblivion.
I-ntelligence has set
L-ots of future aright;
L-et the new dawn break,
A-nother day is in
S-ight.
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