E-arly February thirteenth,
L-ight and warmth have met;
L-et Monday morn set things aright,
A-llow it to leave the fret.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
A-s they clear the skies;
S-hadows have disappeared,
G-reat day thrills your eyes.
A-llow the dawn to break, as the new day begins;
S-unrise has just bathed the sweet Siamese twins.
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