Z-enith March twenty-first
E-rases the rugged wind;
L-et the beacon rise,
L-et the cold night
E-nd.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
R-aindrops don't fall;
A-nother dawn has broken,
C-omforting your soul.
E-arly Tuesday morning,
L-ight shines in the skyline;
A-bove the new horizon, behold the day's good sign.
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