L-et Saturday sky shine,
A-s the dawn meets the day;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
L-onely night fades
A-way.
C-oal clouds fourth of March
A-re all becoming white;
A-fter the dark is gone,
C-rimson sets things aright.
B-eacon above the horizon
A-ims to warm your heart;
Y-our birthday has come, while the shadows depart.
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