N-eath the morning beacon,
I-t's a beautiful Wednesday;
T-uesday night's dark shadows
A-re brought to the gray.
S-hining light April nineteenth
O-f the morning beacon
L-ets the warmth spread
A-bove the new horizon.
R-efreshing breeze blows softly,
E-arly at the break of dawn;
S-avor the touch of glory, neath the morning beacon.
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