V-iew of bright light begins
I-n the blue sky with love;
E-ighteenth day November
S-un rises up
A-bove.
P-ouring rain and darkness
A-re both nowhere in sight;
S-hadows, dusk and cold chill
A-re left in the black night.
P-ure white clouds remain,
O-ne red beacon will ascend:
R-ays will be shared by dawn,
T-wilight will soon
E-nd.
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