My death wouldn't be remarkable
It wouldn't be something marvelous
My death would be a slight reminder
A recollection of how i'm here
My death wouldn't be exciting
Even though i'd know its coming
Certainly not an event
No great climactic drumming
Ive left a small impression
Though larger my intention
So thin a brittle fickle
A solemn lonely wrinkle
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I would like to translate this poem
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