D-ay thirteenth of March
O-pens the Monday with light;
N-ight shadows disappear,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
L-et the morning fog fade
A-way from your view;
R-ising beacon takes you
O-ut of the dark and blue.
G-ray clouds don't gather, raindrops have passed by;
A-llow the sun to shine as you climb the mountain high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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