what is love? i hear them ask,
is it warm like tea from a flask?
what is love? i hear her say,
is it endless like midsummers day?
what is love? i hear him cry,
is it as confusing as a clear night sky?
what is love? is my reply,
you all will know before you die.
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I would like to translate this poem