I opened my eyes at early morning,
And wrote to her, happy birthday
I looked at the sky, the sun was shining
I asked my heart, what should we say?
And wrote to her, happy birthday
I looked at the sky, the sun was shining
I asked my heart, what should we say?
My heart, she is so far from here
You are so poor, she is the queen
My heart stay here, no hope my dear
Even if you go there, you will not be seen
You are so poor, she is the queen
My heart stay here, no hope my dear
Even if you go there, you will not be seen
Let's sail in poetry and go so far
Maybe someday you will be a prince
Just write and throw your songs to air
Maybe it will go through her defense.
Maybe someday you will be a prince
Just write and throw your songs to air
Maybe it will go through her defense.
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