Flying High
A-fter the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn replaces the night;
G-reat day sixth of March
E-ndorses a shining
L-ight.
V-ile weather Sunday turns
I-nto a warm sunny Monday;
A-ll clouds become white,
D-ark shadows fade away.
A-n early morn has broken, bringing brightness to the sky;
N-either mist nor haze hinders you from fying high.
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