The nice day breaks early in the morning,
After the darkness is over and gone,
The light above replaces the evening,
As the twilight gives way to the new dawn,
The rays from the east are the bright sun's spawn.
Above the horizon there is a glow,
To the gazers it is a beacon show
That makes the clouds white and the wide sky clear,
Letting the eyes dry the tears of sorrow,
Allowing the happiness to appear.
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