It's time to shower some confetti
On your kerchief crown
Your elegance embracing
The eyes of the whole town
Vestiges of a child's soul
Still lingering in the nectar
Of your honey tinctured eyes
And your welcoming curtsies
Never seeking goodbyes
You are the soul surfer
Of the waves of our hearts
Utopia to our fantasies
Warmth to our frozen wings
You are that salesperson
Who speaks the language
In which we think
Forty years of brilliance
And a thousand more lunations to go
May the moon of your heart never wan
And may your garden be filled
With efflorescing carnations of joy
Sending greetings and love your way!
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