N-ew day has arrived,
E-arly fourth of July;
N-ighttime shadows fade,
E-ventide passes by.
E-ach and every passing day,
V-ie to catch the sunrise;
A-llow the beacon to please
N-othing but your eyes.
C-ompete to see the morow,
U-ntil you make it and survive;
L-et the morning show up,
L-et the new day
A-rrive.
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