The Wind Will Whisper Your Name
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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D-ay eleven of April,
E-arly dawn shines on earth,
M-orning has just broken,
Y-our birth brings much mirth.
N-ight cold chill is over,
O-ne twilight is gone;
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto rise of the sun.
C-louds have disappeared,
I-n the sky is the burning flame;
O-nly when the storm stops, the wind will whisper your name.
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