J-anuary thirtieth morn
E-rases the gray and blue;
L-et the shadows fade,
L-et the dark depart from
Y-ou.
A-llow the Sunday to pass,
L-etting Monday light shine;
F-ill your heart with mirth,
A-nd thrill to your mind.
N-ew dawn brings warmth
T-o the wide skyway;
E-levate your every step, as you use the stairway.
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