F-rom sunrise to sundown,
L-et the light warm your heart;
O-pen your life to beacon,
R-ugged wind falls apart.
E-arly Thursday April sixth,
B-eautiful morn has broken;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-vening raindrops end.
N-ight chill, mist, and fog are nowhere to be found;
G-reet every well-wisher, from sunrise to sundown.
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