E-arly light in the morning
D-enies the dark night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-s it leaves the twilight.
E-vening chill fades away,
S-un shares a fine weather;
P-ouring rain disappears
I-n twenty-eighth November.
R-ed ray from the skyline
I-s carrying much mirth;
T-he wide blue lanes above
U-se the day of birth.
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