J-ust let Saturday sky
A-im to meet the dawn;
Y-our birthday has come, to share the rising beacon.
E-arly twenty-fifth February
S-tarts with a sunlight;
M-orn has just broken,
E-rasing the twilight.
L-et the rostrum stand to make you feel confident;
E-xpect the round of applause, for you are the president.
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