Fairytales are whispers of long forgotten days
Memories of childhood dreams
Buried in the past along with so many others,
Teddy bears, dolls, and cribs
Dusty, forgotten, and old
The crisp, yellowed pages stained
By dainty fingers of the past
Yet those old, unrecalled words
Are sometimes all it takes to find the lost Kingdom of Peace
To submerge once more, in a world of fairytales…
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I would like to translate this poem
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