J-ust let Sunday shine,
A-fter Saturday night;
M-ake eighteenth December
A-ble to make it right.
I-t's a beautiful day,
C-herish the lovely dawn;
A-llow the sun to rise, because the twilight is gone.
R-ays in the sky above
O-pen the lanes up high;
D-elight is what you feel,
R-apture has stopped the cry.
I-t's a wonderful morn,
G-et up from the yawn;
U-se the beacon to the light,
E-vading the shadow
Z-one.
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