C-old chilling raindrops
H-ave left the Thursday behind;
E-arly morning March second soothes your heart and mind.
J-ust let the dawn break,
A-iming to warm your birth;
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a day's million mirth.
E-ven if it takes forever, you would always gladly wait;
R-ugged wind crushed you not only once, fell down seven times, stood up eight.
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