N-ew dawn is about to break
O-n twentieth November;
V-iews in the sky above
A-re signs of a fine weather.
M-orning has just broken
I-n the softness of breeze;
L-onely night passes by,
L-ife sees a new day of bliss.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
R-ed rays remain crimson;
E-arly light warms your heart,
S-un rises above the horizon.
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