C-oal cloud March eleventh
I-s nowhere in view;
N-ew morn has broken,
D-arkness departs from
Y-ou.
J-ust let the Saturday sky
A-im to share the light;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-bliterating the night.
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all passing by;
Y-our birthday is warmed, kiss the chill goodbye.
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