J-ust let not the Monday beacon
H-ide from both your eyes;
E-very sixth of March morn,
N-o more dark in the skies.
S-hadows have just turned
I-nto breeze without haze;
G-ood thinking fills your mind,
U-ndoubting, you're positive
A-lways.
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