G-reetings cheer you up,
L-ifting your spirit high;
E-ven if it hurts inside,
N-o more reason to cry.
D-elightful wish I send has brought a million mirth;
A-llowing your life to feel the pleasure of your birth.
M-y greetings cheer you up,
E-vening chill is over;
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-ay second November.
O-pen your eyes to beacon,
Z-enith's joy won't stop;
A-llow the morn to let greetings cheer you up.
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