J-ust let sunny Saturday
O-pen the morn with light;
N-ew dawn March eighteenth
A-ims to set your birth aright.
Q-uest for the lasting mirth,
U-ntil you finally find;
I-t will touch the core
O-f your heart and mind.
C-herish the neverending
H-appiness in the paradise;
O-ne kingdom of heaven, where no tears fall from eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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