T-wilight has passed by,
E-arly Monday morning;
R-evelry of the new year
E-lapses by dawn breaking.
S-moky Sunday night
I-s nowhere to be found;
T-he sun second January
A-ims to stay around.
A-fter the haze disappears,
N-o more mess you can see;
I-t's a beautiful birthday,
T-o thrill, for your heart
O-nly.
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