  Five little candles on her birthday cake, Five little candles brightly burning, We gaze on them, while memories awake Of happy moments, nevermore returning. Five little years of childhood happiness, Five little years, when oft we played together, How often did her love and joy us bless, When days seemed dark, and stormy was the weather. The tiny lights are dying one by one, As one by one the years their flight have taken, I shed a tear for that which thus is gone, And kiss the child for whom the cake was baken. |
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