V-iewing the bright sky
I-s getting out of the blue;
C-old chill has disappeared,
K-ind clime comforts
Y-ou.
W-hite clouds up above
A-re nice twenty-third of July;
L-ook at the wide lane,
E-yeing the bright
S-ky.
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