Happy Birthday, Mother,
Even Though You Might Prefer
Life Without These Markers,
Each Too Public To Defer.
Now That You Are Fifty,
Sing To Us Your Own Sweet Song,
That We Might Celebrate Your Life,
Rejoicing All Night Long.
Each Of Us Has Love To Bring,
Each A Special Song To Sing,
To Lose Your Heart Among.
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