J-ust let the night pass,
E-arly fourth February;
A-llow the sun to rise,
N-ew dawn brings much glory.
D-aybreak Saturday morn
I-s promising a blue sky;
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all just passing by.
U-nderneath the white cloud, raindrop doesn't fall;
N-ice day warms your heart as you wait for a call.
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