The day is so gray
The sky so gay
One may think it is the month of May
For today is a special day
I celebrate you my mother
The rock upon my sleeve
Always swaying me to the right path
In order to avoid the earth's wrath
She was born on this awesome day
Beautiful flowers i do summon
To nourish your day with a sweet scent
Happy birthday mom
Sing to you i will
However a musician i am not
Write to you instead i definitely will
As i am your born poet
I love you so much
Happy birthday mom
Live to blow a million candles
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