Happy Birthday to the Queen of Random!
Pour life in through many windows
Gaze upon the blinding white snows
And of course remember year after year
Why it is that we all must be here
Time tells a tale like blank white walls
It grows and stretches, reaches and falls
Always awaiting the passage of space
So at last the clock is not the only one with a face
That mirrors the desire over every woman
That shields the effects of every sin
That has the answer to every question
That calls out every man's suggestion
And leaves trees to grow over our eyes
Shading new colors into the skies
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