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Sunshine Bathes Your Birth

Z-enith awaits the red ray, I-n first day of December; A-nother morn has brought N-othing but good weather. Z-one of pure brightness E-ndorses so much mirth; U-sing the beacon's light, S-unshine bathes your birth.

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