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Age is the advent of life, Strengthening the future, a precious rite.  The original dialect that marks the start, Of a centenary, a journey to the heart. In the absence of age, life is nothing, Without life, age is meaningless, a hollow ring. But tonight, Noble One, your milestone begins, A celebration of life, love, and joyful kin. Lighting a hundred candles, a symbol so bright. More valuable than silver and gold in sight. The flames bring light, joy, and hope to all,  A beacon in the darkness, standing tall. A hundred steps of cake, a beautiful sight. Shared with loved ones, a true delight. A hundred chairs and tables, a feast to behold, A celebration of life, young and old. Noble One, we honor you tonight, A hundred colors of red, a carpet so bright. Your footsteps sparkle with joy and cheer, A hilarious moment, one to hold dear. The twittering sounds of birds in the grove,  Sweet melodies that pitch into our hearts, a love. You're a true centenarian, a ...

It’s time to go home with a noble prince yet to be, when my heart is not yet dark, There is no place like home, home sweet home, If the deities grab you down, Singing melodious songs for you, There is no place like home, home sweet home, Though the ocean's waves rise on you, glacial hills swell on your path, There is no place like home, home sweet home, If the hearts of darkness fell on you, Time to go home forgotten, There is no place like home, home sweet home, Though the leafs are dancing with you, the starmoon and the ancient luminaries, did not yet shine on your pathway, There is no place like home, home sweet home, If the fairies sang for you, Winning your gut to their home unknown, There is no place like home, home sweet home, Yet, if a tent built by your ancestors is about to collapse, made your way through the back door: come home, let’s celebrate your victory, There is no place like home, Home sweet home, Though the wedding bells of nymphs rank on you, building huts a...