There was a birthday cake
who stood by the bakery window's sill
it had so many candles
without any wicks nor flames
it stared into the street
full with people-a-fleeting
it made a wish that night
that someone will come to its plight.
who stood by the bakery window's sill
it had so many candles
without any wicks nor flames
it stared into the street
full with people-a-fleeting
it made a wish that night
that someone will come to its plight.
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