G-lowing gleam in the sky
H-as reached the zenith;
E-ighth November sunny day
M-akes your smile so sweet.
H-ighest degree of light
E-rases the gray shadow;
R-ays emitted from above
N-ever retains the sorrow.
A-llow the blue lanes to open,
N-ever let clouds gather underneath;
D-arkness yields to beacon,
E-ver bright shining
Z-enith.
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