R-ise of the morning sun
H-as made an amazing scene;
E-arly beacon eliminates
G-ray haze on December
S-ixteen.
M-ake it a lovely Friday,
E-rasing the Thursday night;
R-ain and chill disappear,
E-ventide turns into light.
T-wilight is already gone, the dusk has faded too;
E-ver beautiful new dawn is breaking only for you.
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