L-et Monday March thirteenth
O-pen the morn with light;
I-t's a beautiful day,
D-awn has set things
A-right.
D-ark shadows disappear,
E-ventide comes to an end;
C-old chill has vanished,
A-s the sun starts to ascend.
N-oon has reached the zenith, bathing your heart with love;
O-pen your eyes to blue sky, seeing the white cloud above.
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