B-ad weather doesn't come
E-very November ninth day;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
N-ight chill is far
A-way.
T-wilight and dark dusk
A-re not going to stay;
Y-es, the dawn has broken,
A-s shadow fades into
G-ray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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