D-ecember fourteenth day
A-ims to break by dawn;
I-t rises you up from slumber,
S-hining to stop the
Y-awn.
P-ouring rain disappears,
A-s the beacon is rising;
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a sky so
A-mazing.
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