You are my age when you were born,
But you're too bright to be forlorn.
The world's still there for you to Be;
You are my light to history.
When when-yourself you are so sweet,
You shape the place where hearts can meet.
So do accept my humble plea:
Forget about melancholy.
Forget about melancholy.
For me the stars guide but for you
The morning means your life is new.
Your crystal dew evokes the day
That makes all darkness fade away.
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