N-inth of July early morn
I-s leaving the night behind;
C-old chilling raindrops
A-re causing you a worried mind.
M-ove forward and sail on,
A-s you begin the journey;
B-ravery of the spirit
I-s a fine sight to see.
T-riumph is in sight,
A-lthough the waves rock the boat;
S-tart weathering the storm,
A-nd end on a high
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem