It's
the season
The
greeting on your birthday
The
morning sun glides its rays
Blossoming
the angelic lights
You
may see
The
web of golden lines
Flowing
with the times
Of
the day it comes to stay
The
melody of chirpy sound
It
makes the morning a gift of smile
Floating
into the mind feeling the high
Of
the day you can't forget
Happy
Birthday of songs and smile
A
cake of candles blow your wishes
Let
the good times shine
In
the web of golden lines
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