Inside the Passageway
R-ise of the sun begins,
O-n the second of February;
S-hadows have disappeared,
E-arly morn offers glory.
A-t the end of the tunnel,
M-any say there's a light;
B-ecause not all days are dark,
R-ed beacon makes them bright.
O-pen your eyes to the glow
C-oming from the car's ray;
I-t truly warms your heart,
O-n your stop inside the passageway.
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