R-ise of the beacon begins,
H-aving the Thursday light;
E-arly nineteenth January
A-ims to leave the night.
I-t's a beautiful warm day,
S-ilent ocean softens the wind;
R-aindrops and cold chill
A-re starting to end.
E-vening shadows are gone, your birthday brings ecstasy;
L-et the low tide remain, enjoy the shallow sea.
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