L-onely raindrop is over,
E-ventide turns into light;
I-t's a beautiful dawn,
L-ooking to set things
A-right.
B-lackest haze and mist
A-re turning into fresh air;
T-weny-third morn February
A-ims for a life's fair share.
L-et the red beacon rise,
L-et the new dawn break;
A-llow them to guide you in every step you take.
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