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Dear Michael, may your birthday filled with joy and peace.
When I call your name, will you be there smiling at me?
When I dream of you, will you be there saying "I love you more"?
When I'm facing south, I see a brightest star, I know that is you,
And it becomes brighter and brighter, every August 29.
---We will play your music in cars, homes, or stores loudly that day. It happens to be a Saturday, so we can listen to your music the whole day. |
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