L-ight of day is shining,
O-n the twenty-first of January;
U-sing the flame from beacon,
I-n the brightness of its glory.
S-ee the light of day, after the long cold night;
E-arly in the morning, new dawn sets things aright.
L-ook at the sunrise,
A-ll clouds are white in the skyway;
B-ehold the promising horizon,
A-im at the light of
D-ay.
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