A-fter the moon is gone,
B-eacon early Sunday rises;
B-eautiful morn has bathed
Y-our heart with warm wishes.
V-iews fifth of March
A-re pleasant to the eyes;
L-et the new day break,
D-awn meets the blue skies.
E-rase the mist and fog from the wonderful scene;
Z-enith has just witnessed your last day of being teen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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