T-he sun will shine ahead,
I-n spite of the raindrops here;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-vening shadows disappear.
F-ifteenth of March Wednesday
A-ims to light the way;
M-ove forward with hope,
I-nclement clime leaves the day.
L-et the beacon rise
A-bove the misty line;
R-ugged wind will turn calm,
A-head the sun will shine.
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