A-fter the Tuesday twilight,
N-ew morn starts to come;
D-awn first of March breaks,
R-ugged wind turns calm.
E-vening shadows disappear into the black, blue, and gray;
W-ednesday beacon rises to bring mirth to your birthday.
Q-uest for the warm weather,
U-ntil there's no more mist;
I-n spite of the dark shadow;
L-ight won't let you go
A-miss.
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