M-oon and stars above
A-re passing from eyes;
R-ise of the red beacon
I-s brightening the skies.
C-hill of the night has faded,
E-vening shadows disappear;
L-ights in the wide lane wipe every drop of tear.
D-ay fourth of December,
A-nother twilight is gone;
V-iew of the morn is fresh,
I-n the break of new
D-awn.
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