C-old chill and raindrop
L-eave early Monday;
A-fter the Sunday night,
I-nclement clime fades away.
R-ays of the sun shine, ninth January morn;
E-vening shadows vanish, on the day you were born.
A-llow your mind to open,
M-eet your heart's good desire;
A-im for the gold medal,
R-ise up to be
O-n fire.
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