T-he sun twenty-fourth of March
R-ises after the night;
I-t is Friday noontime,
Z-enith shows its
H-eight.
O-n the day of your birth,
R-ed beacon begins to shine;
A-n early morn has warmed
Y-our heart, soul, and mind.
A-llow the rain to fade into the dark, gray, and blue;
N-othing to worry about, nor negative things to do.
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