J-ubilate on the occasion,
A-s the day seems so sunny;
Y-our birth brings much mirth, pleasure, fun and ecstasy.
R-ejoice on the occasion,
E-very seventh November;
G-ray clouds don't gather,
I-nclement clime is
O-ver.
V-ile weather is gone,
A-fter the rain disappears;
L-et the gladness go on,
E-ven the joy and cheers.
N-ight shadows have faded,
Z-enith awaits the sunrise;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-ach view pleases your eyes.
L-et the beacon warmly smile during the celebration;
A-llow the light to shine, jubilate on the occasion.
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