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Happy Birthday!

> If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; > If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim, > If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster > And treat those two impostors just the same: > If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken > Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, > Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, > And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; Second verse of If— by Rudyard Kipling. Happy birthday!