J-ust let Wednesday morning
O-pen the day with light;
E-vening comes to a close,
M-ist fades into the night.
I-t's not a foggy February first, your birthday brings much fun;
L-et the dakness disappear in front of the rising sun.
M-ount Mayon stays calm,
U-nder the wide blue lane;
J-ust let the grass on the hill
A-sk for the pouring
R-ain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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