By candles lit to mark the year
your birthday comes to let you know
your final one is drawing near.
As birthdays' shadows longer grow
they set the tone for mounting fear –
like tension in a horror show.
Now others 'round you gather here
like ravens or some patient crow,
and caw at you with ghoulish cheer.
Their eyes agleam in candles' glow,
they chant the birthday song you hear
and laugh to see you aging so.
The annual, “Happy Birthday, dear...”
that's followed by the breath you blow
should ring ironic in your ear.
The numbers of the candles grow
as birthdays one by one appear
until at last they lay you low.
One final time all gather near
to see you lit by candle glow,
to sing a dirge you’ll never hear.
The candles line up row on row –
on birthday cakes, by funeral bier –
to light your passing here below.
your birthday comes to let you know
your final one is drawing near.
As birthdays' shadows longer grow
they set the tone for mounting fear –
like tension in a horror show.
Now others 'round you gather here
like ravens or some patient crow,
and caw at you with ghoulish cheer.
Their eyes agleam in candles' glow,
they chant the birthday song you hear
and laugh to see you aging so.
The annual, “Happy Birthday, dear...”
that's followed by the breath you blow
should ring ironic in your ear.
The numbers of the candles grow
as birthdays one by one appear
until at last they lay you low.
One final time all gather near
to see you lit by candle glow,
to sing a dirge you’ll never hear.
The candles line up row on row –
on birthday cakes, by funeral bier –
to light your passing here below.





no matter how many birthdays you get just dont forget chokolat cake and youll be ok 



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