On the day that you were born
The angels rejoice and blew their trumpets
For an angel was born without wings yet can soar higher than them
The stars bow down to you, each planet was aligned to give their respect and gratitude
For a heavenly body was created, celestial yet down to earth
All the gods was blissful
For they thought a mortal can not possess such beatific smile
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
On the day that you were born
The angels rejoice and blew their trumpets
For an angel was born without wings yet can soar higher than them
The stars bow down to you, each planet was aligned to give their respect and gratitude
For a heavenly body was created, celestial yet down to earth
All the gods was blissful
For they thought a mortal can not possess such beatific smile
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