I adore you from depths of my sweet bosom,
Though man is not complete how can love
Be, in these seven day delights though some
Neglect it and go astray that life is to outlive,
I adore you not little, but let that time come,
You would feel my affection in your fibre fibre.
I'm not a person of self-esteem and show
I would dye my hair, but by heart am not a dyer,
Today is your happiest day of your life,
I convey to you, a wreath of spring flowers,
May your life shine like the morning's only star.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
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