E-arly light meets your eyes,
L-etting you leave the night;
I-n the sky the sun is shining,
Z-enith sets everything
A-right.
R-ays from above are bright,
E-nhancing the color of day;
E-liminating the darkness,
N-ight shadows fade
A-way.
M-ay fourteenth early morn,
A-nother dawn has broken;
S-ee the beacon burning,
A-fter the chill has weakened.
G-ray clouds disappear,
C-heer up for the sunrise;
A-s the crimson comes, early light meets your eyes.
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