She's the sun that has to rise still,
Whose rays will storm the thrill.
That day is yet to come,
and that yet is to arrive crumb!
A soul who's in love with self,
And considers thou a pelf.
The magic in her soul,
Which aspires to grow with skoal!
One goal to make family proud,
And the one who(papa) is behind the cloud!
Love to the infinite &
hardships with ease to see,
A very Happy Birthday Dear Me.
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