Joyful Face
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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J-oyful face sweetly smiles,
A-s it felt a fine weather;
N-ight chill comes to a close,
E-arly twenty-first of September.
M-ay your joyful face
A-llow the sun to rise;
C-oal black clouds above
A-re fading from your eyes.
Y-ou look at the blue sky,
A-ll are in pleasant place;
N-othing brings wrinkles to your joyful face.
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