B-ecause of the new dawn,
A-nother dusk disappears;
B-urning beacon dries
Y-our eyes full of tears.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful blue sky;
L-et the rain fade away,
L-et the chill pass you by.
A-pril thirtieth early Sunday,
N-ight dark doesn't remain;
U-se the warmth of light,
E-asing the hurt and pain.
V-iew ahead is pleasant, as the twilight is gone;
A-ll the shadows vanish, because of the new dawn.
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