M-uch mirth on your birth,
A-ugust eleventh early morn;
E-cstasy was just brought to the day when you were born.
Q-ueer feeling won't happen
U-nder the roof of paradise;
I-mmeasurable pure pleasure
N-egates tears in your eyes.
O-ne occasion of sheer joy
L-ets your heart feel the thrill;
A-mount of warmth is large, erasing the rain and chill.
A-bout to slowly disappear
B-efore dawn is the night;
A-llowing the morn to break,
L-etting the sun shine so bright.
O-pen your mind to rapture caused by euphoria on earth;
S-oothe your life and soul with much mirth on your birth.
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