N-ew dawn March thirteenth
A-ims to brighten the view;
N-ight shadows disappear,
C-hill departs from
Y-ou.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
O-ne early Monday morning;
N-o more mist and haze,
Z-enith keeps on shining.
A-llow the beacon to rise,
L-et the wind blow softly;
E-njoy the peaceful silence,
S-erenity of the sea.
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