Hand On Your Waist
D-awn has just broken,
I-n nineteenth January;
A-n early morn makes you fine,
N-ew light removes the
A-gony.
A-fter the night is gone,
S-un has begun to rise;
U-nderneath the blue lane,
N-o more tears in your eyes.
C-heerful birthday celebrant
I-s so beautiful to gaze;
O-pen your arm and place
N-ice hand on your waist.
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