L-ight warms your heart,
O-nce the sun rises from slumber;
R-ed rays bathe your life,
E-ighth early morn
N-ovember.
P-ure delight from above
I-s free from blue and gray;
N-ew dawn denies the dusk,
O-ne sweet lovely day.
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