G-et up from the bed,
L-et your eyes see the view;
E-arly Saturday morning,
C-oal clouds depart from
Y-ou.
L-et the March twenty-fifth
A-im to leave the dark night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-enying the dusky twilight.
E-vening cold chill fades,
R-ugged wind passes by;
O-ne beacon has come, shadows say goodbye.
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