On an archangels wings we soared, from morn to darkness we toiled, steadfast like the air we breath, unpredictable like the death we must die, and like sure enemies in life, certain was glory, like rain drops never droping but standing tall like the sky and ever blazing like the sun, for the step we took, a thousand mile has just begun.Burly in mind, an ottoman for all, but not caitiffs, for with our pen we rifled the world of it's wisdom when all were awake, for we did it for our sake.
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I would like to translate this poem
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