Once a year
It comes around
And we toast to you
Every day
We toast something
I suppose you'll have to do
One step closer to the grave
Twenty leaps, by measure
And however 'tis we should behave
You take it with thy leisure
Once a life
You come around
In the universe, unique
Just once this year
The fog is lifted
And things just seem less bleak
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