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He is like those April birds,
waiting for the passage to sweet summers,
after the fragrant spring has passed through their wings.
The birds return home, after the winters have departed,
likewise, he discovers himself, spreading smiles at the break of dawn.
A warm presence like a sunbeam, a true child of summer,
his gentlemanly manners, perhaps learned from his mother.
His smile shines like the sun, oh, a true tulip he is!
May the Lord bless him with eternal happiness, like a field of flowers under the clear sky.
And in this dance of time, he rises like a bird seeking its heights,
seeking the warmth of summer in every ray, in every breeze that caresses his face,
with a heart open to light, to all that is beautiful and unspoken,
embracing each day as a gift, as a promise of a new beginning.
He is like that moment of morning when the sun meets the dew,
a soul finding its way home among memories and dreams,
with every step, with every smile, bringing summer into the hearts of those he meets,
and thus, in his universe, flowers bloom endlessly, and the song of birds is eternal.

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