C-oal clouds don't gather,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
I-t's a wonderful morn,
S-unday delight causes fun.
J-ust let nineteenth February
E-rase the Saturday shadow;
R-aindrop so chilling
I-s gone by
C-ockcrow.
B-ad weather passes by,
A-s you wake from the bed;
N-o more lonely night,
G-reat day breaks
I-nstead.
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