B-eacon Friday morning
O-pens the day with light;
N-ew dawn has broken,
G-lowing to replace the night.
D-on't let Thursday stay,
E-arly sixth January;
L-et the sun slowly come up,
O-ne pleasant scene to
S-ee.
R-ise up from slumber,
E-xpect the clouds to be white;
Y-ou shall finally find,
E-very gleam is in
S-ight.
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