N-ight chill has turned
I-nto one warm sunrise;
D-ecember sixteenth morn
A-ims to dry your eyes.
R-ed beacon in the sky
E-liminates the rain;
V-ile weather turns fine,
E-vening shadows don't remain.
S-mile and cheer up,
E-xpect the lovely Friday;
N-ever mind Thursday's mist,
C-oal black clouds fade away.
I-t's time to be glad, savor the pure delight;
O-pen your heart and let the fire inside ignite.
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