E-arly in the morning
V-ile weather passes by;
A-fter the rain has gone, no more coal clouds in the sky.
B-eautiful beacon shines
U-nderneath the blue heaven;
T-uesday thrills your heart
I-n December twenty-seven.
A-llow the haze to fade into the stormy Monday;
L-et your birth bring light to the break of new day.
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