E-arly twenty-ninth morn,
M-onth of January each year;
Midnight moon and dusk
A-re going to disappear.
E-vening dark shadows
C-hange into a bright day;
H-aze and mist turn into
A-nother bright skyway.
N-ow that the moment has come, shining on your pleasant view,
O-de of mine makes you smile, feel the joy the whole day through.
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