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Happy birthday to my love!
A song of joy for you!
Perhaps these words will touch the heart,
Perhaps these words will do.
Yet words are but the clothes of love,
Best when oft removed!
In place of sybaritic words,
Rapture has been proved
To be the richer rhetoric,
Heaven?s poetry,
Delivered by the silent tongue
As lovers sing the whole night long,
Yes! Yes! in harmony.
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