R-ising sun seventh of March
E-liminates the long night;
C-oal clouds early Tuesday
A-re all becoming white.
E-vening chill is gone,
S-hadow passes by;
C-rimson paints the skyway,
A-s the beacon shines up high.
N-either dusk nor twilight hinders the break of dawn;
O-pen air is clear, cherish the new horizon.
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