The Lord of something comes and goes
From guise to guise he smoothly flows;
His pictures posted wall to wall
With pretty girls at beck and call;
Best wishes now are on the wing,
I hope in time for your birthday sing;
Be ye here or be ye gone,
Or where they party until the dawn,
Your life so far is just a sliver,
So, don't forget you've just one liver.
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