K-iss the smoke goodbye,
A-fter the Sunday new year;
R-ise of the Monday beacon
E-rases the haze far or
N-ear.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
O-n early second January;
N-oontime is on the way,
Z-enith awaits with glee.
A-llow the sun to shine,
L-et the deep ocean calm;
E-very bird flies and sings,
S-mall waves silently come.
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