R-ise of the sun starts,
E-arly December twenty-first;
B-eacon begins to replace
E-ach and every mist.
C-rimson lights bring warmth,
C- oal clouds turn white;
A-fter the twilight is gone, new dawn sets things aright.
A-llow Wednesday to break,
Z-enith considers the matter;
U-se the burning flame to let
R-ays make sky azure
E-ver.
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