J-ust let the morning break,
U-nfazed by the black or gray;
D-ark clouds have turned
I-nto a blue skyway.
S-o just let the morning break,
O-pening the day with light;
R-aindrops have turned
I-nto a beacon burning bright.
A-pril thirteenth early Thursday,
N-ew dawn makes no mistake;
O-pen your heart to warmth, just let the morning break.
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