C-atch the rising beacon,
H-e's beginning to shine;
E-arly light is ascending above the long line.
A-pril thirteenth Thursday
U-ses the dawn's fine weather;
R-aindrops and cold chill
E-vade the warm fresh air.
S-hadows have disappeared,
T-wilight and dark dusk end;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
L-et the sun come up
A-gain.
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