P-ouring rain disappears,
R-ise of thebeacon begins;
It's a beautiful Wednesday,
N-ight cold chill ends.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
E-arly December twenty-eighth;
S-hadows have faded,
S-un rises while you await.
C-elebrate your birthday,
U-nderneath the blue skies;
Y-our heart, mind, and eyes
O-pen to light that never dies.
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