L-et the morning beacon rise,
Y-our birthday has come,
N-ight chill turns into day's warmth, while vile weather turns calm.
A-llow the morning beacon to rise,
L-etting him bathe your heart;
Q-uest for the break of dawn,
U-ntil the dusk and twilight depart.
I-t's a wide bright blue sky,
Z-one of the moon is gone;
A-pril sixteenth Sunday shows up,
R-ise of the morning beacon.
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