F-eel the morning sunrise,
R-ed rays bring brightness;
E-arly dawn has broken,
D-enying the zone of mess.
A-t the zenith the beacon
N-ullifies the cold chill;
C-heerful flame that burns
H-as caused a thousand thrill.
O-ctober twentieth morn,
R-aindrops are already gone;
E-xciting day has welcomed
S-unrise at the new dawn.
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