A-n early morning sun
R-ises above the horizon;
L-et Saturday shine,
E-vening shadow is gone.
N-ight cold chill disappears, raindrops have faded away;
E-ver beautiful beacon brings brightness to the day.
V-iew in the sky above
I-s amazing to the eyes;
L-et seventeenth December
L-ose not a big surprise.
A-llow your heart to open,
M-ake it feel a million mirth;
O-pen your mind to thrill,
R-eceive my gift on your birth.
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