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Waiting for those nice birthday wishes from our loved ones at 12 o clock midnight, and blessings from elders,. Going out, have fun all day, and spending a good time with that special one to make it more memorable. Someone has said, You are o.

Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. Were I born and you not. Were I born and you not. Translation from lost to naught. What steps taken without you. You give me words and measure. I climb a syllable in slowly leisure. Without in my frame a glance. The moon would not glow bright enough. To set me right in this long night. Without you by my side. You bring me sight and dream.