R-ise of the sun begins,
A-fter the night is gone;
V-ile weather turns fine,
E-vening shadows are
N-one.
B-eacon Thursday has come,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all passing by.
L-et February second
A-im to be fantastic;
Y-our ears are delighted, as you listen to the music.
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