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| Ma cherie amor |
Gift of love, bestowed by God, whatever He may be,
Upon disheveled, unkempt fool, bereaved, afraid, lonely;
Cut away the withered fronds that sap root of its life
Renew the growth that comes within; I learn this from my wife;
Thirty-two the count of years you've held earthly domain;
By standing here beside me you shed grace on the profane;
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| Joyeux anniversaire, ma belle femme |
