L-et Friday fog fade away,
Y-ielding to light above the horizon;
N-ew day April seventh sees the break of dawn.
M-ake Friday fog fade away,
A-s the morn meets the beacon;
N-ight shadows and haze
A-re brought to oblivion.
N-o more mist in the air,
S-unshine brightens the gray;
A-llow the smog to vanish,
L-et Friday fog fade
A-way.
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