M-ake Wednesday forgettable,
A-llow it to pass by;
E-xpect another new day beneath the blue sky.
A-llow the beacon to erase
P-ain, sorrow, and heartache;
I-n fifteenth December,
L-et Thursday dawn break.
A-n early morning sun
D-ries the tears in your eyes;
O-pen your heart to red rays that make your birth so nice.
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