H-igh up in the sky,
A-nother star is bright;
N-ovember second morn,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
D-ue to the warm rays
O-f the sun up above;
M-orning's million mirth
I-s caused by God's love.
N-ever ever be lonely,
G-leams won't make you cry;
O-pen your eyes and behold high up in the sky.
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