1,2,3 all up to 30,
Days we count we forget when it up to 30,
As it become month another day we start counting,
In our mind is the day,
In our heart is the special day,
We celebrate birth day,
They celebrate death day.
I was born in a day,
I will be happy today,
I will also remember those days,
That I spent making hay,
And those day I spent saying hey,
I love everyday,
But am in love with this day,
That day I cried and everyone was happy,
That day is today my birthday.
This is in honour of a friend and a sister. Much love
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