A-fter the dark is gone,
L-ight appears on Monday;
F-og, haze, and mist
A-re all fading away.
B-eneath the wide blue sky,
A-ll black clouds turn white;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
C-oming up to leave the night.
E-arly thirteenth February,
L-et Sunday evaporate;
L-et the morning sun shine,
A-nd have a day so great.
N-o more rugged wind, breathe the air so free;
O-pen your eyes and smile, before you sail across the sea.
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