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Svetlana! In our team,
You are the symbol of the light beam.
After all, you bear that name -
The sun shines you're hot!
On your birthday we wish,
Success hand to hold.
Let this day will be a surprise,
What can not be expected.
Suppose that gives generous gifts,
And heaps all around
Beautiful, delicate, sweet, bright.
Be happy, our dear friend!
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Svetlana - light, Svetlana - a miracle,
Svetlana - gentle heat.
She came out of nowhere -
And I'm perfectly luck.
She - a reliable friend
She - a sincere advice,
It is in a moment of leisure
My ray of sunshine, a bright light.
So whether it is happy, Svetlana,
On the day of release in our mortal world.
Live without sorrow and deceit.
Health, joy, love!
Let all the doors open,
Only at the behest of yours.
Let you bypass the loss,
A name will overcome the darkness.
That was a place in the life of a miracle,
Goodness, participation and dream.
And you have to fly everywhere
On the bright life of height!
From colleagues
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Svetlana, Sveta's birthday,
Without asking for rewards,
We wish you, no doubt -
All the best! All the best!
All the best, a hundred times!
Let gather all the relatives,
For your holiday table.
Fun, naughty jokes -
Your house is filled with joy.
Let every day be perfect,
May you always carries around.
Let your work be not in vain,
And your ship to the goal will come.
We, as a colleague, collectively,
Throughout always support you
With intelligence, talent, positive -
Correct the us.
And on the day of birth, Svetlana,
Take our bouquet of phrases:
Love, luck and passion,
And passionate feelings again and again!
From a friend
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Happy birthday my friend!
Sveta, light be always.
While moving in a circle,
Days and considers the year.
How many doors are not used in the beating -
You do not rush sad.
This life is only the beginning.
Do not be depressed and smile.
With love, you my dear!
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Happy angel, my dear
Svetlana, my dear!
You, cordially congratulating,
With all my heart I love you!
I wish you happiness!
Birthday,
I give you - a bouquet of roses,
One clove, forget-me,
And the sky, from the bright star.
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