A-s you wake up early Thursday,
N-ew light starts to ascend;
N-ineteenth January morn,
I-nclement clime begins to
E-nd.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
E-vening chill disappears,
V-ile weather waves goodbye.
A-fter leaving the slumber, you walk upstairs with glee;
S-tanding in the terrace, under the coconut tree.
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