J-ust bring on the beacon,
H-ide not the burning light;
E-arly dawn will soon break,
L-et it shine after the night.
A-pril twenty-eighth morn makes the day truly fine;
I-nclement clime turns fair, as the rain is nowhere to find.
G-leams graciously glow,
U-nder the sun's ascension;
A-llow them to warm your heart,
B-ring on the beacon.
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