Breeze On The Hill
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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A-n early morn has broken,
R-ising sun stops the rain;
N-ew dawn meets the beacon,
U-nderneath the wide lane.
L-et the fourth January
F-ill your life with mirth;
O-pen your eyes to the rays on the day of your birth.
S-ee either the white cloud
O-r the wide blue sky;
L-ight between the two
I-s burning bright up high.
M-ake the Wednesday warmth
A-ble to leave the Tuesday chill;
N-o more mist and haze, only the breeze on the hill.
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