G-ray clouds Wednesday
H-ave been whitened by the beacon;
E-arly sun March fifteenth
R-ises above the horizon.
L-et the raindrops fade
I-nto the black and blue;
N-ight shadows disappear, mist is nowhere in view.
E-ventide turns into dawn,
B-ehold the fine weather;
I-t's a beautiful new day,
D-ark cold night is
O-ver.
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