L-et the new dawn shine,
A-s the sun rays ascend;
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday,
N-ight cold raindrops
E-nd.
M-orn thirty-first January
A-ims to warm your birthday;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
R-ising beacon lights up the way.
I-n spite of the height,
C-limbing up makes your day;
I-nstead of staying atop, think
O-f descending the stairway.
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