M-orning zone is fresh,
E-ndorsing a beautiful view;
R-ise of the sun begins,
C-old chill departs from
Y-ou.
G-ood morning zone
U-ses the fourteenth of April;
T-wilight has just turned
I-nto dawn's warmth and thrill.
E-vening shadows disappear,
R-ugged wind is left alone;
R-ed beacon meets the sky,
E-cstasy fills the morning
Z-one.
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