D-awn fourth of March
O-bliterates the twilight;
N-ew morn has broken,
A-fter the cold Friday night.
D-ark and dusk disappear,
E-vading the blue Saturday sky;
L-et not the raindrops fall,
E-vening chill passes by.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
A-nd there's no reason to doubt;
R-ise of the sun begins,
I-nclement clime will walk
O-ut.
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