C-oal clouds March twenty-fourth
H-ave all become white;
R-ed beacon early Friday
I-s shining after the night.
S-un has already come
T-o warmly rise or ascend;
I-nclement clime disappears,
N-ight cold raindrops
E-nd.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful day;
L-et the sky be bright,
L-et the fog fade
A-way.
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