J-anuary twenty-fourth morn
E-rases the lonely tears;
A-s you wake from sleep,
N-ight cold chill disappears.
G-et up from the bed,
L-et the sun warm your heart;
O-pen your eyes to light,
R-aindrops and chill depart.
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday, the breeze blows in the meadow;
A-s you wear your eyeglass, embrace your soft pillow.
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