“When
I am sixty five
Will
I get a Valentine?
In
the mail or in the web?
When
my hair turn black from white?
I
use to hop on planes
Unpacked
my luggage look at the nights
Counting
the stars wondering its shine
Thinking
of the time I am sixty five
On
the house facing the sea
I
take my time to have a rest
Counting
my blessing
God
is kind in every way
With
candles to blow
With
birthday cake to say
It
is my birthday
When
I am sixty five”
The
birthday rings
The
loudest on this day
The
stars will shine
The
songs will make you smile
The
Happy Birthday Choo
The
wishes come through
Wine,
cake and candles
And
the walk of time and place
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