This toast I raise from the pockets of incandescent orange
Smiles wide, while lingering raindrops keep in silent storage
This time a gift bestowed, in respite lilts to savor sweet upon my tongue
A certain aspect of most wonderful and most trying times among

Cool March moon, bright to light as day, earliest spring night
A spot vermilion in the sea to shine in bob and soft highlight
This time to wrap me dear in all adornments that I cannot understand
Among the passage of relented waits, and every triumph of my hand

This toast I say in cool rejuvenating sips of lemon yellow tart
Sings the melody that plays inside my head and deep within my heart
This time is nova in the flare of fortunes forward and almighty thrust
A certain renaissance of influence to shine again in sacred trust

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