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Birthday song...


Starting our day with a run to class,
breakfasts, lunches and dinners pass.

From boots to scarves to juda pins,
going about like Siamese twins;

Walked together long and far,
And laid down with our hearts ajar.

Held hands through the dark,
And laughed together in sunlit park.

Talked and shared secrets deep,
Seen each other cry and weep;

Setting sun is what others prize,
But we always loved our sunrise.

It doesn't matter where we are,
Place without a plane, ship or car,

I'd fly to you across the sea,
If the word gets by that you need me...


P.S. This is for my "strong one". Because your birthday is always special. Happy Birthday love! :)

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