I-nclement weather passes by,
R-ain evades the beacon's face;
I-n the break of dawn Tuesday,
S-un eliminates the
H-aze.
M-orning light slowly rises,
A-nother day has broken;
E-arly mist disappears, clearig the air in the open.
C-rimson sky is wide
O-ver the hill and valley;
R-ed rays are burning bright,
D-ay twenty-three February.
I-n my way, great chances
A-re always put properly;
L-ike this rare opportunity of greeting you cordially.
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