G-ray cloud has turned
I-nto a clear skyway;
E-arly fourteenth February takes the haze away.
T-wilight has changed
I-nto a break of dawn;
M-orning's Tuesday beacon
O-pens the new horizon.
S-un has begun to rise,
A-ppearing with much glory;
N-ew day denies the night, warm light is the key.
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