L-ight of beacon shines
E-ighteenth morn October;
S-hadows have just faded
L-ike a smoke into the air.
I-n the blue sky above, clouds slowly form in white;
E-very silver lining written keeps hope alive and aright.
E-arly light of beacon
D-enies the night cold chill;
N-ew break of dawn
A-ims to bring a thrill.
L-earn to wait for sunrise
A-t the start of the horizon;
G-reet, smile and meet
A-nother light of beacon.
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