D-ark Saturday night turns
I-nto a beautiful Sunday;
A-fter the dusk and twilight,
N-ew dawn breaks without delay.
N-o more mist and haze, surrounding is nice to see;
E-ven fog fades away, eliminating poor visibility.
L-et early March twenty-sixth
A-im to meet the beacon;
M-orn has just broken,
B-ringing light to the horizon.
I-n spite of the rain,
N-ice sunny day has come;
I-solated shadows vanish,
C-old rugged wind turns calm.
I-t's a wonderful view, the sky seems so bright;
O-nce the weather stays fine, each cloud remains white.
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