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On the day that I get one year older,
I can't help but wonder

Of all the people I loved,
In all the things I trust

Is there something that can actually make me happy?
Or is it just an illusion, happiness?

For I seek it in the smile of a loved one,
Or in all the things I love but none

For my happiness may not lie in things I am not,
For that's so much to ask for, a lot

And on this day I'd like to tell me,
Find your content within thee

For it is human to love,
But to expect the same isn't the same as above

And accept your attachments,
But never expect from your attachments

For being the slave of your own desire is what a man would do,
And you?

You're a woman that's learnt much more,
For you're not just any other girl

You're the queen that knows better,
And all those who find you to blame
Are incapable of understanding
That you're not theirs to tame.

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