L-ook at the sunrise,
I-t's setting things aright;
E-arly morn has broken,
Z-enith awaits the
L-ight.
A-s you behold the sunrise,
S-aturday sky is clear;
T-wenty-ninth of April,
R-ain and chill disappear.
O-pen your eyes to sunrise,
L-et them see the blaze;
A-llow them to wait and watch,
V-iewing the radiant rays.
I-t's a beautiful dawn, the wonder one cannot size;
O-nce you get up from slumber, look at the sunrise.
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