M-ake January first morn
A-ble to meet Sunday;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
L-etting the chill fade away.
Y-our birthday has come, so does another fresh year;
N-ew dawn has broken, as the shadows disappear.
G-reeting you after midnight
I-s joyful to the occasion;
L-et Saturday evening pass,
I-t's a double celebration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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