A-ccept my good regard,
N-ice greeting and warm wish,
T-wenty-fifth day of May,
O-usted dusk shall vanish.
N-ever deny my good regard,
I-t's brought to your birth;
O-ne thousand thrill it carries, causing even a million mirth.
H-ear the joyful sound
O-f my one good regard;
L-et it make your life go on,
L-iving easy, not that hard.
O-pen your ears to the words echoed from talking card;
N-ever ignore the ecstasy, accept my good regard.
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