A_mong a thousand friend; i'll firstly send you a poem to wake,
T_hese is what i melt for; these is the promise i have make.
B_efore the all flies and ends of twilight;
U_nder the thousands stars and the moonlight
I_ have to send it afore your awaken;
S_o that i can gain.
A_rise my love, my lips is waiting;
I_t going to be romantic with love rain
M_errily, merrily
A _shout of hurray
H_appily, cheerfully
W_ake up it's your birthday
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