I am done living old,
Like the slave-days.
Been feeling cold.
Hold me,
Let me experience your warm-miracle.
Blindfold me,
I want to walk you by the edge of the cliff.
The rush, the flash,
You make feel a live again.
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I would like to translate this poem
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