J-ust let the Friday pass
A-fter the night is gone;
N-ew morn has broken
E-arly with the fresh dawn.
G-ray clouds up above
A-re nowhere in view;
L-et the chill disappear,
L-et not Saturday sky be blue.
A-llow the flowers to bloom,
R-ain has faded away;
D-ay fourth February comes,
O-ffering you a nice bouquet.
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