K-ind weather will show up,
A-fter you rise from slumber;
R-aindrops never fall
E-very twelfth day
N-ovember.
R-ugged wind will soften
O-nce the beacon begins to rise;
M-ist and haze will fade
U-nderneath the blue skies.
A-llow your woes to vanish,
L-et your heart feel fine;
D-ark night will pass by,
O-nce the sun starts to shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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