Born in a rainy July,
I thought 'Cancer' was only my star sign.
'I never knew',
That it meant a stubborn crab,
Holding onto my life.
When I coughed,
And wasted away, sunken eyes.
'I never knew',
Tumor cells were migrating,
Heart, Brain, Lungs.
When I died,
Someone clad in black, mourned,
'I never knew',
That this happened to my friend.
So unexpected, so soon.
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I would like to translate this poem
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