O-vernight moon passes by,
F-rom dusk till dawn;
E-arly twentieth February
L-ets Sunday be gone.
I-t's a beautiful Monday, mist and haze evaporate;
A-fter the lonely twilight; here comes the day so great.
J-ust let the red beacon
O-bliterate the shadow;
S-un has begun to rise,
E-liminating the sorrow.
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