J-ust wake up from sleep
O-n eighth day December;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
N-ew dawn is lovely ever.
C-old chill and raindrops
A-re both nowhere in view;
B-ecause of the beacon
O-pen sky is painted in blue.
D-on't let the crimson turn
I-nto an inclement weather;
L-et him smile and shine,
L-onely night is
O-ver.
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