V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a lovely day;
L-et the new morn break,
M-isty air is far
A-way.
P-ouring rain and chill
L-ose to the burning beacon;
A-pril thirteenth Thursday,
R-ays rise above the horizon.
I-t's a beautiful dawn,
S-un is shining in the heaven;
A-fter the dusk disappears,
N-ew morn has broken.
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