I-n the break of dawn
V-iew in the sky is bright;
Y-our eyes are amazed by the early morning light.
C-rimson begins to rise
O-n twenty-eighth November;
R-ed rays bring brightness,
P-ure delight is beyond compare.
U-nder the wide blue lane, new day denies the fret;
Z-enith meets the noon, as the moon awaits the sunset.
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