J-ust let twenty-seventh December
O-pen your birth with light;
N-ever mind Monday evening
A-s well as the twilight.
L-et Tuesday morning warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ever let the chill remain nor let the beacon depart.
O-pen your eyes to sunrise,
Don't deny the blue sky;
A-s you rise up from slumber,
S-ee the white clouds up high.
A-llow the zenith to wait for the ascent of noontime;
N-ever stay at the bottom, find the mountain to climb.
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