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Decorations fell,
A red and green wives tale.
A silver line surrounds
Rooftops and black clouds
Are on their way to me.

Happy Birthday to me
The forgotten King

Open hand outstretched
To receive their prize.
But I could give you anything,
Yes anything
You抮e everything to me.
Decorations fell,   A red and green wives tale.   A silver line surrounds    Rooftops and black clouds    Are on their way to me.      Happy Birthday to me   The forgotten King      Open hand outstretched   To receive their prize.   But I could give you anything,   Yes anything   You抮e everything to me.