M-orn meets the zenith,
H-aving seen the Thursday;
I-t's a sunny sixteenth March,
R-aindrops are far
A-way.
C-old chill is cleaved,
R-ugged wind is torn;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
Z-enith meets the morn.
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