N-ew light fills up your room,
I-n twenty-eighth February;
C-oal clouds don't gather,
E-arly Tuesday morning glory.
J-ust let the rain stop,
U-nderneath the blue skyline;
A-llow the sun to bring
N-othing but joy to your mind.
I-t's a beautiful day,
T-he plants outside bloom;
O-ne beacon comes shining, new light fills up your room.
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