D-arkness begins to fade,
O-ne Saturday sees the light;
N-o more mist and haze,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
M-orning till new year's eve,
E-veryone sends a wish;
S-ad Friday is left behind,
T-wilight and dusk vanish.
I-n thirty-first December,
C-louds don't gather above;
A-llow your heart to feel the Almighty Father's love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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