Even though I cannot be there to celebrate with you on your special day, I know that when the spiraled columns of gret smoke clear away; when the breath of another year of life has left your lips; when the effervescent flame of the candles has abated; all the joy you were yearning for will become reality; your smile will light up your face in lieu of the flames; your eyes will shimmer and glow as the song comes to an end, and this poem is my way of saying: happy birthday my friend.
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