I-t's a beautiful Monday sun,
R-ising above the horizon;
E-arly morn March thirteenth,
Z-enith awaits at peak
Z-one.
B-eacon begins to shine,
A-fter the long cold night;
L-et the break of dawn
A-im to end the twilight.
B-ecause of the new warmth brought by the burning flame;
A-llow your heart to glow with your famous name.
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