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Let not this rare day be dimmed,
Embrace this gift of life gracefully,
Above us rise the true blue skies,
The slow golden hued sun richly glows,
The swaying breeze gently kisses your lips,
Across the land do the birds of the dawn sing a hymn,
This cool blue symphonic pool is the goal of the soul,
Go now and make a special play of this magical day,
Cast away all sorrow for a change will always be born on the morrow.



©Rangzeb Hussain