L-et the dawn break again,
O-n June twenty-third;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-s the wind whispers a word.
I-t's a beautiful Friday morn,
N-ight shadows pass from view;
E-arly light has shown up, to brighten the gray and blue.
M-idnight is about over,
O-ne beacon will ascend;
R-est more in your slumber,
T-ill the dawn breaks
A-gain.
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