L-et the new day break
O-n eighth morn November;
R-ed rays from up above
O-ffer not lightning and thunder.
H-aze, mist and fog
A-re nowhere to be found;
M-orning birds and bees
A-re gladly flying around.
V-ile weather passes by,
E-vening chill fades away;
G-reat burning beacon makes
A-n ode to new day.
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