A-n early rise of the sun
P-leases you after the night;
R-ay from up above
I-s sharing the warmth and
L-ight.
B-urning beacon rises
A-bove the new horizon;
L-et the dusk disappear,
T-wilight is already gone.
A-pril twenty-third Sunday,
Z-enith welcomes the dawn;
A-llow your eyes to see,
R-ise of the burning beacon.
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