G-et up from the bed, 
E-arly Tuesday morning; 
R-aindrops have disappeared, 
A-s the sun is shining.
L-et not the twenty-first March
D-eny the tender soft wind; 
I-t's the break of day, 
N-ight chill and dark dusk
E-nd.
L-et the new dawn break, 
A-t the hour of better clime; 
P-oor visibility is gone, 
A-fter the twilight
T-ime.                
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