P-ouring rain passes by,
R-ising sun is in view;
E-arly Monday the dawn breaks,
C-hill departs from
Y-ou.
Q-uest for the burning beacon,
U-ntil you find the light;
I-t's a beautiful day,
N-o more dark of the night.
T-wenty-seventh morn of March, coal clouds say goodbye;
O-pen your heart to warmth, pouring rain passes by.
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