R-ose to fame out of nowhere,
O-n the twenty-seventh of April;
L-onely days were over,
E-xcept the thousand thrill.
Z-one of pure delight was filled with a million mirth;
A-mount of joy was large on the day of your birth.
A-fter the stormy night,
L-ight had warmed the weather;
A-nd you became popular,
O-r rose to fame out of
N-owhere.
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