C-rimson ray shines above
I-n seventh of December;
T-wilight has just vanished,
A-s you rise up from slumber.
M-orning light in the sky
O-pens the break of day;
N-ight chill and raindrops
A-re just fading away.
T-he red beacon up high warms your heart and mind;
O-ne new dawn has broken, a million mirth you can find.
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