The Rising Sun will Set and Fall
Where you belong Foretold by One
My Skies Full Of You, Enfold Thee
The Wings upon Your Back Soar Above
The Voiceless Heard The Raven's Call
For Me You Are Replacable by None
Where-Ever You are I Hope You're Free
And Still Burn Through The Year Of Love.
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I would like to translate this poem