Y-our birthday has come,
E-liminating the Saturday;
N-ew dawn early Sunday
G-ives gladness to the gray.
S-un's rays fifth of March
A-im to warm the day;
N-o more mist and haze,
T-he evening fog fades away.
I-t's a wonderful morn,
A-n early light is up;
G-oing toward the zenith,
O-nce the raindrops stop.
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