A-fter the Saturday night,
N-ew dawn has broken;
N-ineteenth of March Sunday speaks about the seventh heaven.
G-ladness and pure delight
A-re brought to your heart;
R-ise of the sun begins,
C-hill and raindrops depart.
I-t's a beautiful morn, dark shadow passes by;
A-nother day is lived, kiss the past goodbye.
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