Your Birthday Was the Day We First Were Us
|Your birthday was the day we first were us,|
And so for me it is a day twice blessed.
I celebrate my having you twice over:
First, that you are you, then that you're mine.
I never felt a love so free and fine,
I am so joyful to be part of us,
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