R-ise of the sun begins,
O-bliterating the vile weather;
S-hining beacon sixth February
I-s brighter than
E-mber.
P-ouring rain and chill
O-f the cold night disappear;
L-ight in the blue skyline
I-s erasing your every tear.
N-ow as you gladly pose;
A-nother frown suffers a loss;
R-ight hand is on your waist, as you stand with both feet crossed.
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