Today you are you, that is truer than true
There is no one alive that is you-er than you.
Hold fast to your dreams, for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Hope is the thing with feathers.
That perches on the soul.
And sings the tune without the words.
And never stops at all..
You are the end of my rainbow, my pot of gold.
You are sugar, you are spice, you are everything nice.
I love you!
Grattis Rebecca på din 8 års dag!
Kram mamma
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