R-ise of the sun Sunday
I-s beginning by dawn;
C-oal clouds up above
A-re brought to oblivion.
M-arch twelfth early morn
A-ims to warm your heart;
N-ew light has come up,
C-hill starts to depart.
E-vening shadows disappear,
R-ain fades into the gray;
A-nother beacon brightens the color of the day.
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