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You don't show up every year
But the rhythm waits right here
February 29, you land
Like the beat was made by hand
You don't try to hold the light
But you move, and things feel right
Even time begins to pause
Like it knows what presence was
Happy Birthday on February 29th
You're the breath that breaks the line
Every tone feels rare but true
You're the quiet time turns to
You don't shout or take the space
But your calm begins the pace
You don't press to shift the tone
But the song becomes your own
You don't follow — you appear
In the gap between each year
Still, your rhythm fits the day
Like the beat just knew your way
Happy Birthday on February 29th
You're the breath that breaks the line
Every tone feels rare but true
You're the quiet time turns to
