A-s you wake from slumber,
N-ew dawn leaves the night;
G-ray clouds don't gather,
E-arly morn meets the
L-ight.
D-ark shadows have faded,
E-vening chill is over,
L-et sunny Sunday sky
A-im to make it better.
T-wenty-ninth of January
O-pens a fine weather;
R-aindrops have vanished,
R-ays above are warm
E-ver.
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