Every year up to this yearÂ
I've been excited to count
To rack up the tally marks
Another year under my belt
But this past year has done me in
And that excitement just seems lost
All that joy and enthusiasm
Is just disappeared and gone
So when the cake comes out and I hear make a wish
I will smile and blow the candles out
But all I see this year are 38 smoking candles
With their tiny flames snuffed out.
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