J-ust let the beacon come,
U-sing the fog-less Friday;
N-ew dawn has broken, as the dusk fades away.
E-arly morn March seventeenth,
C-oal clouds don't gather;
L-ight above the horizon
A-ims to warm the weather.
R-apture on your birth
I-s truly full, not half;
N-ice greetings bring pleasure,
A-s wishes make you
L-augh.
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