A-llow Friday moon to pass,
N-ew dawn has broken;
N-ight shadow has turned
I-nto a white cloud in heaven.
C-old chill has disappeared, as the raindrops evaporate;
E-arly Saturday morning, your birthday is so great.
A-s you celebrate the moment,
N-ever think about sorrow;
D-ecember seventeenth
I-s keeping your life
A-glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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