N-eath the early sunrise,
E-ighth of May Monday;
T-wilight is not in view,
H-aze and fog fade away.
P-ouring rain disappears,
O-ne beacon has come out;
N-ight cold chill is over,
D-elight dwells in your mouth.
A-fter the dusk is gone,
R-apture fills your eyes;
A-s you bathe your life, neath the early sunrise.
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