L-et Wednesday March fifteenth
O-pen the morning light;
R-ise of the sun begins,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
T-wilight and dark dusk
A-re both losing the power;
M-isty evening passes by,
P-ouring water is
O-ver.
P-ure warmth and mirth
A-re both free from pain;
G-et up from the bed,
A-fter the cold chilling
R-ain.
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