Upon this stage, where Monday takes its place,
A week's beginning with a solemn grace.
The sun ascends, to herald dawn's first light,
And cast away the shadows of the night.
Yet some may curse thy name with heavy sighs,
And lament the end of weekend skies.
But nay, for Monday holds its own sweet charm,
A chance for new beginnings to disarm.
So let us greet thee with a cheerful heart,
And let thy grace in every soul impart.
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