N-ew dawn has broken,
O-n early fifth January;
R-ise of the morning sun
I-s truly pleasant to see.
L-et Thursday beacon warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ever mind the cold chill, for the raindrops depart.
I-t's a beautiful morn,
N-o more Wednesday haze;
T-wilight is already gone,
E-yes are open to gaze.
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