N-ever let the rain come,
I-n the sky blue and wide;
K-iss the chill goodbye,
K-ind words remain
I-nside.
K-ickoff of the fresh morn
A-ims to meet the Friday;
Z-enith awaits the beacon,
A-s the dusk fades away.
N-ew dawn thirteenth January
D-enies the lonely twilight;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-fter the cold windy night.
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