J-ubilate on the affair
E-very eighth November;
S-un has begun to shine,
S-howing signs of fine weather.
I-nclement clime is over,
C-old chill has passed by;
A-fter the night is gone, white clouds appear in the sky.
R-ays from up above
O-ffer fabulous fun;
L-ook at the blue lanes,
L-ight is emitted by the
S-un.
L-et the beacon bathe
E-ach corner of your heart;
D-elightful celebration
I-sn't going to depart.
N-either eye will ever cry, tears will dry in the air;
A-llow your life to enjoy, jubilate on the affair.
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