A-n early sunlight warms
Y-our soul and your heart;
E-vening shadows disappear,
N-ight chill and rain depart.
G-ray clouds Friday morn,
A-re nowhere in sight;
B-eacon begins to rise,
R-efraining from the night.
I-n thirteenth January,
E-very mist fades away;
L-et the kite soar high, watch the children play.
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