R-aindrops and cold chill
A-re turning to fine weather;
I-n November twenty-seventh
N-ew dawn is beautiful
E-ver.
R-ise of the crimson creates
E-ver amazing red rays;
A-nother morn that breaks
N-ever will sadden your face.
O-ne beacon begins to emit
G-lowing gleams from above;
A-iming to bathe your life, warming your heart with love.
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