G-ray cloud above Tuesday
I-s just becoming white;
L-et the morning beacon
B-egin to set things aright.
E-arly light that shines
R-ises above the horizon;
T-o warm your birthday with brightness like crimson.
P-ure delight and mirth
E-liminate the gray;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-fter the dusk fades away.
M-arch seventh burning flame
O-pens the day with glee;
R-ays from the sun
A-re calming the sea.
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