Seventeenth June,
a very strange day,
when a baby appeared
in this beautiful world's way.
What a good news
it was, for everybody,
connected with her directly,
but happiness is now past.
Now she has grown up,
although loved by all,
but that strange day
is forgotten by everybody.
She is alone, with lots
of sad thoughts, this day
waiting that someone will come
and wish her 'Happy Birthday'.
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