J-ust let the dark turn
I-nto a wonderful view;
N-ew morn has shown up,
K-ind beacon shines on
Y-ou.
D-awn fourth March breaks,
A-s you wake from slumber;
N-o more mist in the air,
C-louds above don't gather.
A-llow me to greet you,
L-et me make you smile;
A-ccept my heartfelt wish,
N-ote of joy for your file.
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