In The Mountain
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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L-et Sunday beacon shine,
U-nderneath the blue lane;
I-n spite of the cold chill,
S-unrise replaces the rain.
I-t's a beautiful morn,
T-wenty-ninth of January;
O-ne birthday is remembered with much mirth and glee.
S-hadows have disappeared,
A-s the day has broken;
D-awn has just started
D-elightful moment
I-n the mountain.
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