G-ood morning sun rises,
I-n twenty-third February;
N-o more mist and haze,
A-s the way it should be.
L-ight in the sky lets
Y-our day of birth break;
N-ew dawn has come out, leaving the dusk no chance to take.
B-eneath the wide blue sky,
U-nder the good and calm clime;
R-each the mountain top,
A-im to trek and
C-limb.
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