A-fter the night is gone,
R-ising sun meets Monday;
I-t's March thirteenth morn,
E-arly warm light will
S-tay.
O-pen your eyes to blue sky,
R-ays shine underneath;
T-he highest point above
I-s the zone of
Z-enith.
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