E-arly morning sun rises,
F-illing the day with light;
R-ed rays from up above
E-liminate the cold
N-ight.
G-lowing gleams and glints
U-nderneath the blue sky
C-ause a thousand thrill,
I-nclement clime passes by.
L-et eighth December morn
A-llow you to see the lane;
T-he clouds there get white,
A-iming to stop the
R-ain.
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