I-nclement clime turns fine,
N-ew dawn breaks better;
I-n June twenty-ninth morn,
G-ray haze is just
O-ver.
E-vening shadows go away,
N-ight clouds don't gather;
Z-ero visibility passes by,
O-ne cold chill is over.
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