R-ise of the sun begins
E-arly Tuesday morning;
N-ew dawn starts to break,
A-s the light is shining.
L-et Monday night leave
Y-our coming day of birth;
N-ever let the pain remain, expect the million mirth.
L-et twenty-seventh December
A-im to warm your heart;
R-ed beacon has come out,
O-pening a fine fresh start.
G-et up from the bed, open your life's window;
A-llow the breeze to enter to keep your eyes aglow.
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