Our truzhennitse Margarita
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Happy birthday, Margarita!
Praise you want:
You work heroism
Helps everyone else.
To be honest, to work
You specify times
Were used, we do not really mind,
If he has done for us.
Birthday - not a hindrance,
To some questions to solve!
We know do with success,
We promise not to interfere.
And when to put an end to everything,
A recommendation to read:
Do whatever you want,
But plenty of rest!
Humorous congratulations Margot
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You think, came to congratulate?
No strangers to us pathos flattery.
Birthday came to celebrate:
Drink, eat your fill.
Fill the glasses to a friend,
Let them play in the wine!
Happy birthday, Margarita!
Whether you are healthy, Margo!
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This is your birthday, Rita.
I go I forgot thee,
Congratulate want neizbity,
But you - like a block of granite.
Perfect Margarita
Your would I satellite,
Circled be with you in orbit
Far from the usual way of life.
Or Moor would become, Margarita,
There would be killed Desdemona,
On the stage shone spotlights used,
And the drinking cup of jealousy ...
Pillow filled with tears,
And my heart is really broken ...
Congratulations, Rita!
From the other ... and the mountain-piita.
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Pearl - the beauty,
Ritusechku home
We congratulate on the holiday,
All the love and kiss.
For a sweet Margaritochki
Flowers, cakes, champagne,
A chocolate plitochki -
The car with the railroad station.
Ritusya, red sun,
There have let birthday
The passionate love confession
and paradise birds singing.
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Rita Rita, Margarita, happy birthday,
Today we congratulate heartily.
We are delighted with the wonderful creations
You do us light Rita, fun splyashem.
What is the happiness we deserve
What does the Lord Rituyla-sent miracle us
For we all lived together with her
Our Rita - a flurry of emotions, Carnival.
We wish this holiday, birthday
We - fun, it - good luck and love,
The beauty of the soul and body of admiration.
Rita, dear, you're a hundred years we live.
Rita verses a day jam
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At a birthday party for Rita
The doors are all open,
Treasures - found, and gold
She lay down at the feet of the pirates.
We wish Rita
Let the days to become nice paradise
With apple and pineapple,
Beer, Baileys and kvas.
Sweet kisses let more often
sweeter than honey and jam.
The nights become days of their beautiful,
But not only the birthday.
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