Mountains of green, and water to drink, this is the place, I like to think. The birds are singing, and the frogs below, firefly's emitting, thier tails that glow. Thinking on the shore, by the waters mist, about that memory, when I was first kissed. Whenever my thoughts, would start to sink, I'd always run, to a place to think. In my heart, I will always share, my thoughts and emotions, my love and care. For I am thinking of you...
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I would like to translate this poem
its all such amazing writing