Listening the sound of bliss,
It’s come from the world of happiness.
Don’t forget to keep it from the people of heartless,
Angels are busy to sing a song of goodness.
Open your heart and fly in the sky of gladness,
Fays are waiting to engulf the pain of drabness.
So, leave the hand of the laziness,
And to seen the beauty of loveliness.
A new sun from the lap of darkness,
Carrying a bucket of birthday messages.
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