G-o end the surging storm,
E-arly twenty-first of March;
R-ugged wind evaporates,
T-he flood has been parched.
R-aindrops have disappeared,
U-nder the beacon so warm;
D-awn allies with the sun,
E-nding the surging
S-torm.
R-ise up from the bed,
E-scape from raging harm;
Y-our birthday has come,
E-nding the surging
S-torm.
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