B-ehold the sky anew,
E-ach coal cloud turns white;
V-iew above is lovely,
E-arly morn sets things aright.
R-ise of the sun begins,
L-etting the dark fade away;
Y-our birthday has come, on the fourth of May.
I-nclement clime has gone,
D-irectly towards the blue;
A-s you wake up from slumber,
L-ook at the sky
A-new.
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