J-ust let the Friday flame
O-bliterate the rugged wind;
Y-our birthday has come,
C-hill and raindrops
E-nd.
C-herish the March seventeenth,
A-s the light will shine;
R-ise of the sun begins,
V-ile weather turns fine.
A-llow the world to spin,
J-ust see the beacon's ascent;
A-lthough living is so hard,
L-ife has a perfect moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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