N-ever let the sunlight go,
O-nce the sky becomes blue;
N-ew dawn has broken,
O-ne dusk departs from
Y-ou.
M-orning meets the flame,
A-pril second Sunday;
Q-uest for the burning beacon,
U-ntil it comes your way.
I-t's a fine sight to see,
L-anes above shine and glow;
I-n spite of the mist,
N-ever let the sunlight
G-o.
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