R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-ne sun sets things aright;
D-awn has just broken,
E-ndorsing the morning
L-ight.
C-herish the daybreak,
A-pril twenty-fourth Monday;
S-hadows have vanished,
T-wilight and dusk fade away.
I-nclement clime turns fine,
L-onely raindrop is gone;
L-ong night passes by,
O-pen your life to beacon.
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