Yes, it’s the night of my birth!
Yes it was the day of my death yeah….
Yes, I used to roam on the esplanade,
Was I an empty jar riddled of holes!
A life devoid of exciting escapades,
Was i the body with an out empty soul!
Yeah! But you came and turfed my earth!
And I have sown my wild oats yeah….
Yes, it’s the night of my birth!
Yes it was the day of my death yeah….
As I am now a jar refilled with fire!
You have the prowess of spurting my art
Reborn and aroused we shall dance,
Healed and burst with joy is my heart
Yes, it’s the night of my birth!
Yes it was the day of my death yeah…
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