B-ehold the beautiful sunset,
E-agerly let your both eyes see;
T-he beacon's upper limb disappears,
H-aving faded below the sea.
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A-s sunset is drawing near,
I-t's Friday December eighth;
Z-one of zenith is fading,
A-fternoon delight is great.
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L-ook at the sunset,
I-t's a promise of tomorrow;
E-ventide has come,
Z-enith hides its glow.
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I-n the break of dawn
V-iew in the sky is bright;
Y-our eyes are amazed by the early morning light.
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B-ehold the beauty of the sunset,
E-ye the light below the horizon;
A-im at the silent sight, an apparent descent of the beacon.
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