V-ile weather won't hamper,
I-t will fade into gray;
L-et the burning beacon
M-ake the storm go
A-way.
P-ouring rain from the sky
E-vades the impending victory;
R-ugged wind will weaken,
D-ark clouds will surely flee.
I-n spite of the typhoon,
G-od will always care;
O-n the fourteenth of May,
N-o vile weather will hamper.
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