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Play The New Guitar

J-ust let twelfth of March O-pen the Sunday with light; N-ight slowly disappears, N-ew morn sets things A-right. A-llow the sun to shine, L-ighting up the moment; F-rom dawn till dusk, E-very song fills the event. R-ed beacon begins to set, E-vening brings pure delight; Z-enith is nowhere in view, as you play the guitar at night.

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