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Autumn's here, winter threatens,
Your friendly birds have flown;
Rosebuds now so slow to open,
Late harvest crops are mown.
You were born at this time,
Somber though it be;
Yet with your sunny disposition
The gods were kind to me.
Most of your birthdays we've enjoyed,
Together, far and near,
Wandering through the countryside—
Much beauty we have seen.
For me to wish you Happy Returns
Is wishing happiness to me;
Without you, where would I be?
So, Darling, the best of health.
With your energy and drive
The years treat you well;
Of kindly deeds and goodness
There are many who could tell.
Once again, my dear Dorothy,
Enjoy your day;
What I perhaps will forget,
Is the debt I cannot pay.
— Mike
Your friendly birds have flown;
Rosebuds now so slow to open,
Late harvest crops are mown.
You were born at this time,
Somber though it be;
Yet with your sunny disposition
The gods were kind to me.
Most of your birthdays we've enjoyed,
Together, far and near,
Wandering through the countryside—
Much beauty we have seen.
For me to wish you Happy Returns
Is wishing happiness to me;
Without you, where would I be?
So, Darling, the best of health.
With your energy and drive
The years treat you well;
Of kindly deeds and goodness
There are many who could tell.
Once again, my dear Dorothy,
Enjoy your day;
What I perhaps will forget,
Is the debt I cannot pay.
— Mike
