M-ake your presence felt,
A-iming for huge success;
N-ever clip your wings
I-n the nook of hopelessness.
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D-o let your wings fly over,
H-igh above the ground;
E-arly Sunday morning,
N-ight shadow isn't found.
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J-ust soar toward the sky
A-s far as the farthest star;
S-pread your wings and fly
H-igher than where
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The bird in the air
is soaked by the heavy rain,
on its way back home.
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E-agle sees the things
B-eneath his wings while flying,
C-ollecting the news.
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H-ave the wings of an eagle,
A-s you soar up high;
N-ever clip each of them,
N-ice to reach the bright sky.
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A-llow Tuesday night to pass,
S-un has begun to shine;
H-aze and mist both fade away,
E-arly beacon is above the line.
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G-ray clouds don't gather,
E-arly twenty-fourth January;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
E-ven the deep anxiety.
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L-et Wednesday night pass,
O-ne beacon begins to rise;
L-ight in the blue sky above
I-s amazing to the eyes.
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