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It's my day
Of funfare and epoch
In the midst
Of merriment
And thundarous of hurray
It's my day
Of standing aloof
The stairs of recognition
To be celebrated
By the kiths and kins
In the presence of sunshine
And the guidance of moonlight
Hurray!
The little tree of yester-years
Has metarmophose
Into a deep rooted mahogany
Huray!
I'm a year older