E-arly morn tenth October,
L-ight starts to brightly shine;
L-onging to reach the zenith,
A-s the weather seems so fine.
C-rimson sun slowly comes,
R-ising up above to belong;
U-nderneath lies the fervor,
Z-eal to stay so strong.
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