Neither Dirt Nor Grime
A-fter the Saturday night,
D-awn has met the light;
R-ising sun fifth of March
I-s setting Sunday aright.
A-llow the beacon to rise above the new horizon;
N-o more mist and haze, only the sky in crimson.
J-inx of the deep dark
I-s fading into the nighttime.
A-llow not the mess to stay,
N-either dirt nor
G-rime.
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