happy birthday princess

sweeter than honey, sweeter than pie
you get to go to places, where the treasures lie

life be filled with, the sweetest surprise
days hold promises, like the morning sunrise

in every race you run, you win the first prize
life be easy, but be of king size

don't be scared, even if sometime you stumble in your stride
you'll always find me smiling, standing by your side

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