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Whine, whine, whine,
My birthday’s coming near.
Getting so much older, is my fear.
 
Some filled with happiness,
Days, weeks, months, years
Others are filled with tears.
 
Change my mind, don't look back,
Be thankful for this birthday here
And hope for not too much wear. 

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