O-ne zenith in the sky
L-ets the noontime glow;
G-leams that shine above
A-re erasing the sorrow.
V-iew in seventh December
I-s beautiful and bright;
L-et the red beacon bring
L-arge amount of light.
A-llow the sun to smile,
L-et not your eyes cry;
U-se them to gladly see
Z-enith in the sky.
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