J-ust let the sun set things aright,
O-pening first the morn with mirth;
Y-ou will be bathed with light next, warming the day of your birth.
M-ake the sun set things aright,
E-arly Friday seventh April;
D-on't let the beacon fade
I-nto the cold dark windchill.
N-ight shadows have turned
I-nto the clouds clear and white;
L-et the new dawn break,
L-et the sun set things
A-right.
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