J-ust let the Tuesday morn
O-pen the early March seven;
A-s you rise up from sleep,
N-ight shadows
E-nd.
A-fter the cold raindrops,
B-eacon warms the weather;
I-t's a lovely new dawn,
N-ight shadows are
O-ver.
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