C-oal clouds early Sunday
A-re nowhere in view;
T-he haze fifth of March
H-as vanished into the blue.
B-eautiful beacon's light
O-pens the break of day;
R-ain and chill are gone,
D-ark shadows fade away.
A-llow the sun to rise,
J-ust let him brightly shine;
E-xpect the zenith above, to make your birthday fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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