K-ind clime has warmed
Y-our heart fourth January;
L-ight early Wednesday
E-rases Tuesday's worry.
M-ist, haze, and thick fog
A-re nowhere in view;
L-et the beacon begin
O-ffering red to the blue.
N-ever mind the pain, for it shall fade later;
G-o on despite the rain, ahead is a fine weather.
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