L-et the sweetest sunrise
I-solate the darkest night;
L-et the break of dawn
E-rase the saddest twilight.
T-wenty-sixth November, beacon begins to shine;
H-aze and mist disappear, yielding to the blue skyline.
R-ise of the sun has begun
U-nderneath the wide lane;
A-llow the beautiful day
T-o stop the pouring rain.
O-pen your heart to crimson
R-eflecting in your eyes;
E-arly rouse from slumber,
S-ee the sweetest sunrise.
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