M-ake your long blonde hair
A-ble to shine on your birthday;
E-arly twenty-third January meets the morn on Monday.
M-ake your long blonde hair
E-rase the dark shadow;
N-ight chill and rain Sunday
D-isappear into the meadow.
O-pen your eyes with eyeglass,
Z-est has filled the air;
A-llow the wind to touch your long blonde hair.
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