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All the world's a birthday cake, / So take a piece but not too much.
— Birthday
All the world's a birthday cake, / So take a piece but not too much.
A birthday:—and now a day that rose The middle day of human life.
As this auspicious day began the raceBut all the beauties of your mind adore.
Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
My birthday!—what a different sound Less and less white its mark appears.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear;'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
