J-ust let the morning light
O-pen the break of day;
I-t's a beautiful view,
N-ight shadows fade
A-way.
D-awn has just broken, on twenty-eighth of April;
E-arly sunny Friday fills the air with thrill.
L-et the sky get clear,
E-very cloud turns white;
O-pen your hearth to warmth,
N-eath the morning light.
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