The 43 Candles
The 43 candles before you,
aren't just to show how much you've grown.
Each candle includes how you feel,
about expriences that aren't made known.
May each candle you blow on your cake,
brings you to new adventures and memories.
And may each happy moment you make,
be appreciated like beautiful melodies.
Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday Margaret,
happy birthday to you!
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