He was a love lost to the pages of time forgotten by the very ink inscribed within life's blurred lines. He loved you more then you could ever comprehend, no words could ever sufficiently relay what he felt, now that I will defend. The days spent were stifled dew to chance, he loved you despite tragedy, regardless of fated circumstance. You remain in his heart eternally even in death, it was you that weighed his mind even in his last breath. You are his child and that will never change, he loved you inspite of this worlds cruel exchange.
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I would like to translate this poem