M-ind not the twilight,
O-pen your eyes to dawn;
N-ever think of the dusk,
A-s you see the beacon.
A-im not to mind the twilight,
B-ecause the night is over;
A-ugust thirty-first Thursday,
S-hadows fade into the air.
T-hink not of the twilight,
I-nstead gaze at the sky;
L-ight above is shining,
L-et the bluebird fly.
A-llow the sun to set each and everything aright;
S-top remembering the darkness, mind not the twilight.
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