C-old chill has vanished,
R-aindrops evade the sunrise;
I-n twenty-third December,
S-hadow passes from eyes.
Q-uest for Friday brightness,
U-ntil you find the light;
O-pen your eyes to the blue sky,
M-aking them both glow in sight.
E-arly morning mist and haze
D-epart from the new dawn;
E-ver beautiful beacon
S-ets life aright from now on.
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