HOLY, HOLY, HOLY,
New Year turns to age.
Another year of magnificent rage
toward the heat of passions quite
a parent(s): I love you all the while.
Love that's longer than day to night.
Every moment is rapture, to be
lineaged to thine magnificent beauty.
Every movement thrilled with emotion
of memories conceived in motion.
Now we give the calendar a spin
any way I look at my life, with you,
I win.
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