M-orning ray soothes your soul,
A-s it shines in the blue lane;
R-ising beacon will take
Y-ou out of the pouring rain.
A-n early morn soothes your soul,
N-ever will it make you sad;
N-ovember seventeenth day will truly make you glad.
P-ure delight caused by ray
E-liminates the sorrow;
R-apture and million mirth
A-re brought by the glow.
L-et the light warm your heart
T-o make your life delightful;
A-nother gleam bathes your mind, morning ray soothes your soul.
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