L-et Saturday sky shine,
E-arly eleventh February;
A-nother break of dawn
H-as brought much glory.
B-ad weather and Friday fog
E-vade the brand new day;
T-wilight is already gone,
A-s the dusk fades away.
N-o more mist in the air,
G-ray clouds have turned white;
H-aze has disappeared,
O-pen your eyes to
L-ight.
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