R-ise of the sun will start,
O-pen your eyes from slumber.
S-hadows will surrender
T-o ninth morn October.
I-n the wide long horizon
T-he sun will start to rise;
A-nother light will bring brightness to your eyes.
P-ouring rain will stop
O-n the early break of day;
R-ays will begin to shine,
L-eaving the night away.
A-mount of warmth is large, giving mirth to your heart;
S-ee the beautiful morn, rise of the sun will start.
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