T-uesday morning breaks,
O-pening the day's fresh start;
N-ew dawn begins to warm
Y-our soul and your heart.
P-ouring raindrop Monday
I-s left in the cold night;
M-ist and haze are gone,
E-ven the lonely twilight.
N-ever mind yesterday's fog,
T-oday's beacon comes out;
E-arly seventeenth January,
L-eave your fear and doubt.
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