R-ainy night and chill are over,
Y-our day of birth is sunny;
A-fter the dark shadows fade,
N-ew light shines with glee.
S-econd month of the year,
U-nder the eighteenth morn;
L-et the moment be joyful,
A-llow not fun to be forlorn.
P-ure delight comes from the dawn,
A-n early sunrise is the reason;
S-ee the good view outside, you'll know life must go on.
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