B-eacon begins to rise
E-ighteenth November day;
V-iew in the sky is bright,
E-vening chill fades away.
R-ising sun sets things aright,
L-etting the morn slowly break;
Y-our heart and your head
N-o longer feel the ache.
L-et the dawn deny the dusk,
A-s it replaces the twilight;
B-ecause of the red rays,
R-ising sun sets things
A-right.
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