M-orning breaks again,
A-pril fifteenth Saturday;
R-ising beacon bathes
Y-our life neath the skyway.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
R-ays of the sun ascend;
A-fter the storm is gone,
C-old chilling raindrops
E-nd.
M-any times the dawn comes,
O-ffering a gentle wind;
I-t's a beautiful warm day,
N-ew morn breaks
A-gain.
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