J-ust let Friday shine,
O-pening the day with light;
D-ecember sixteenth morn
E-rases the chill of the night.
L-et Thursday pass by,
Y-our birthday has come;
N-ew dawn has broken, as the wind is soft and calm.
M-orning sky up above
I-s blue, red, and pink;
R-ise of the bright beacon
A-llows not your eyes to blink.
S-ee the beautiful lane
O-f the endless heaven;
L-et the hue gladden your birth, as the radiant rays ascend.
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