L-et the morn break anew,
I-t's another lovely day;
T-ime to feel the breeze,
A-pril fifteenth Saturday.
E-xpect the morn breaks anew,
B-efore the beacon rises;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-arly light leaves the darkness.
N-ight chill passes by, dusk and twilight too;
G-et up from the bed, let the morn break anew.
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