Vile Weather Turns Fine
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V-ile weather turns fine,
I-t's a beautiful view;
C-old raindrops disappear,
K-ind clime is here for
Y-ou.
G-ray clouds first of April
A-re nowhere in sight;
C-hill of the wind hides
U-nder the warm Saturday light.
T-he beacon begins to rise
A-bove the horizon or line;
N-o more brewing storm, vile weather turns fine.
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