L-et Monday night depart,
I-n December thirteenth dawn;
Z-enith awaits the beacon,
L-etting you stop the
Y-awn.
A-llow the rays to wake you up,
B-y the time you open your eyes;
O-ne lovely Tuesday is breaking,
N-ew morning sunrise.
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