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Fresh Morn Meets the Meadow

D-ay twenty-seventh breaks, A-s February month allows; R-ain stops from falling; R-ays slip through the clouds. E-ventide and dusk fade, the twilight does the same; N-ight chill comes to a close, giving way for the burning flame. J-ust let the haze turn I-nto a clear wide airway; M-ist has disappeared too, E-nding its shroud of the day. N-ew dawn has just broken, E-arly breeze removes the shadow; Z-one of darkness is gone, fresh morn meets the meadow.

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