E-arly in the fresh morning,
D-awn's beacon will ascend;
D-ay four of lovely March,
I-nclement clime will
E-nd.
A-im at the fresh morning,
S-ee the white cloud up high;
U-nderneath the blue lane,
N-o rain will fall from the sky.
C-old chill of the night
I-s left in the evening;
O-ne warm light will give
N-othing but fresh morning.
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