R-ise of the morning sun
H-as risen you up from sleep;
E-vening shadows disappear,
A-fter the night long and deep.
J-ust let the raindrop pass,
I-nclement clime turns fine;
L-et Tuesday red beacon ascend above the line.
M-ake twenty-seventh December
A-ble to warm the day;
N-ew dawn has broken,
R-ays have erased the gray.
E-ver beautiful blue sky
A-ims to amaze your eyes;
L-et your heart feel the thrill, as you enjoy in paradise.
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