I remember when green blood is passing through her vain,
She was fully stained
The dilemma in her womb,
She passed the passage of pain.
But now, the night has come to dine,
And the day flies wings,
Sun, sand, sea was delivered
And the rainbow fly its wings
Like an eagle in the sky.
Happy birthday to you.
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