L-et Sunday night pass,
A-s the dawn starts to break;
N-inth January morn
I-s leaving the heartache.
C-old chill and raindrop
A-re nowhere to be found;
L-ight above the horizon
I-s brightly staying around
D-ark departs from view,
G-ray clouds become white;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
I-t's a Monday donuts
D-elight.
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