J-ust let March twenty-sixth
O-pen the day's warm wind;
Y-our birthday has come,
C-hill and raindrops
E-nd.
R-ise of the sun begins,
O-bliterating the night;
S-hadows have vanished,
E-very coal cloud turns white.
N-ew morn has broken,
D-awn denies the twilight;
O-nce the sky turns blue, beacon is in sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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