E-arly in the morning,
L-ight rises you up from slumber;
V-iew in the sky above
I-s so beautiful
E-ver.
P-ure delight and mirth
A-re felt in thirteenth December;
R-ed beacon shines so bright,
D-ark shadow is
O-ver.
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