R-ise of the morning sun
I-s beginning after the night;
Z-enith awaits the noontime to shine and burn so bright.
G-lowing gleams in the sky
A-re bringing pure delight;
L-ights in the blue lane
A-re setting things aright.
C-rimson warms your life,
Y-our soul and your heart;
A-iming to lift spirits high,
N-ever ever to fall apart.
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