Another Year With Time ~birthday~
A year's the happiest of mothers,
flowered with fertility,
for never shall there be another
more endowed than she.
Despite her plentiful descendants,
time has never left her side.
He happily remained attendant
even when I cried.
How fortunate, that pair of lovers
bound by such a wondrous fate!--
though in their love, I had discovered
that they blessed my date,
for in their love, they set in stone
my birth, and let it now be known,
oh earth!--that I was made this day,
and that I never can repay
the gift they've given me.
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