E-arly Monday morning,
D-ecember nineteenth day;
G-ray clouds don't gather,
A-s the rain turns into a
R-ay.
C-old chill and haze
O-f Sunday night disappear;
R-ising sun has brought
P-ure delight and cheer.
U-nderneath the blue sky, your birthday has come;
Z-enith awaits the dawn, as the ocean is calm.
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