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At dawn’s first light, with trumpet’s call, A gentle smile begins to grow, Like notes that rise and softly fall, It spreads a warmth we all should know. Each sunrise paints the sky anew, With smiles that brighten every face, Like trumpet sounds so clear and true, it fill our hearts with lasting grace. At dawn’s first light, with trumpet’s call, A gentle smile begins to grow, Like notes that rise and softly fall, It spreads a warmth we all should know. Each sunrise paints the sky anew, With smiles that brighten every face, Like trumpet sounds so clear and true, it fill our hearts with lasting grace.