R-ise of the sun begins,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
E-arly morn February third
L-ets the cold night pass by.
B-ountiful Friday has come,
E-vening haze has vanished;
L-onely twilight ends,
A-s the shadows diminish,
N-o more tufts to mow,
G-rass so wild you uproot;
E-xpect a plentiful land,
L-et the vine bear fruit.
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