M-ake your birthday shine,
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday;
C-old chilling raindrop
H-as vanished into the gray.
E-arly morning light
L-ets the lane become blue;
L-onely night disappears,
E-vening shadows too.
T-wenty-eighth day of March,
R-ugged wind turns fine;
I-nclement clime gets better,
N-ew dawn warms your mind.
I-solated twilight ends,
D-usk hides under the skyline;
A-llow the beacon to rise,
D-o make your birthday shine.
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