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|Forty-six has much to celebrate,|
Open as she is to wind and song,
Riding what rough beasts might come along,
Traveling through the wilderness of fate
Yet knowing that the soul is ever young.
So may she weather well the storms of state
In love that lies beyond all joy and longing,
Xerox of the unknown infinite.