Happy birthday, Tashfeen
Though it’s not the first you’ve seen, it is
The first with us, so we must
Celebrate it thus, happily as such.

And though the weather may be cold
You’re only twenty nine years old
And though the year isn’t round
There’s still joy to be found
So be bold, don’t frown
All’s gold, naught’s down.

And be happy on this great day
Where we count the years of memories you’ve made
And we cheer to the ones well spent: won wishes, bright dreams
Yet another happy birthday, Tashfeen.

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