I believe
Thus, you too
Bring back the
I life in me.
I was rather
You were another
I saw you, the
Wind blowing
Above almost
The heart.
I gave you roses
But it dosen't have uses
No matter they were red
Because I, am new dead
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I would like to translate this poem
the way i write it i think am improving