Gleaming smile, reminiscent of those blissful morning sun rays of winters, casting a spell on the frozen lake
Strings on the mahogany acoustic guitar, often so naturally yodeling that name
Time takes a pause, Serenity echoes, for every blink of those eyes, filled with unfathomable expressions.
Aura that spellbinds, answers so many, for which questions I'vent found
And I know it's your birthday, perhaps I should instead wish "this day", a very happy you.
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I would like to translate this poem