M-orn meets the sunlight
I-n the warmth of dawn;
N-ight chill disappears,
G-ray shadows are gone.
C-oal clouds turn white,
A-pril twenty-second day;
S-aturday sky up above
I-s brightened by the sun-ray.
Q-uest for the beacon,
U-ntil he sets things aright;
I-t's a beautiful birthday,
N-ew morn meets the sunlight.
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