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Hey, Ez. Wow, is it your birthday already? Time sure does fly. You're amazing, you know? Now you're a year older. A year closer to your dreams. Words cannot sun up how much I love you, so I hope these little gifts do.
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Our sister, our friend, we call her Ez, We love, admire her and agree to what she says. Our hero, our family, our dearest and a Crazy, When it comes to her, our love is never hazy. So that's why we all sing as she makes a wish, Smile as the candles burn, as the cake's put in a dish. When it comes to her, we have nothing to fear. And that's why we all shout, "Happy birthday, dear!"
I don't have much aesthetics or gifts, I know. That's because, sometimes, words can explain how much someone means to you. You are one of the people who mean the world to me. Sure—we may be inactive and not be able to talk much. But it's never the same without you, and I hope you know that. You rocked that annoyed-chick-in-an-egg theme, because your personality makes up for how unaesthetic it it. You're beautiful. (Also, I think your voice is lovely.)
