K-iss the night goodbye,
I-t's a lovely Saturday;
M-arch eleventh early morn, mist and fog fade away.
P-ouring rain has been
O-bliterated by the beacon;
R-ise of the sun begins
O-n the break of dawn.
S-weet songs have been sung, as they are heard from afar;
A-llow the sound to echo, as you play the new guitar.
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