R-ise of the sun begins
O-n ninth day November;
W-ith your birth to celebrate,
E-arly you wake from slumber.
L-ight in the sky above starts to warm your heart;
L-et not the many blessings it brings fade and depart.
O-pen the day with mirth,
L-et it end in thousand thrill;
I-n spite of the threat of blue,
V-ile weather, and cold chill.
A-llow the day to start with pure delight and pleasure;
R-apture will still remain amidst stress and pressure.
M-ake the break of dawn
O-pen the day with cool wind;
R-efreshing breeze carries comfort
F-rom beginning to
E-nd.
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