J-ust let the new morn break,
E-arly Friday seventh April;
S-un has begun to shine,
S-haring a thousand thrill.
P-leasure and glory
A-im to fill your birthday;
R-ising beacon bathes your heart,
E-rasing the dark or gray.
D-awn denies the dusk,
E-liminating the ache;
S-hadows have disappeared, let the new morn break.
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