M-ist and haze are gone,
E-arly Tuesday morning light;
L-et the beacon begin to rise,
Y-our birthday denies the
N-ight.
L-et the lovely sunshine
O-pen the day with a smile;
N-o more frown twentieth December,
Z-est is here all the while.
A-llow the zenith to stay,
G-leam won't let you go amiss;
A-im to gladden the gazer, just blow him a kiss.
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