L-ights from up above shine,
A-s the clouds have turned
I-nto one wide crimson sky,
C-learing
A-ir of smoke that has been burned.
A-s the fifth day has broken,
M-onth of February feels
E-late for the rest of the year,
R-ejoicing head over heels.
I-njury, stitches, and burns
C-reate ache of the heart;
A-ffliction and hurt though can make strong your weakest part.
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