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It's almost as if I can hear your voice! ! ! and your smell, your smell it's like every where! that the wind blows, at lest in my mind! ! and I smile, then remember days, months and the years that we shard together! tears fall from my eyes, not because I'm sad but! because I'm thankful, I'm so very thankful for the time, for the seconds and the minutes that I hold so dear in my heart! ! ! ! ! The moments felt like pictures captured that I begun to frame in my mind! ! ! The places, the day trips, was just so special! And every chance I get, I live, and move to create then birth out moments that keeps me going!
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I would like to translate this poem
A poem with courage although a sad touch but I am not sad living in memories of those days gone far living the smell thank you