A-fter twelve midnight,
Y-our birthday has come;
A-s the new year dawns,
H-owling wind turns calm.
C-oal clouds first January
A-re changing into white;
R-ed rays above Sunday
B-egin to shine the light.
O-utside the sky is pink,
N-o more haze and smoke;
E-arly laughter brings joy,
L-et me start a joke.
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