If she was a pretty bright light
She never found a perfect place to blaze
If she was like a hungry herd
She never found a greener pasture to graze
But she was that sparkling star
Who never saw the night before she died
If she was a beautiful butterfly
She never found a flower to rest upon
If she was a shinning sun
She was lost before the break of dawn
But she was that sparkling star
Who never saw the night before she died
She never found a dream to call her own
No a peaceful sleep to rest her heavy head
Her heart was like a crown less throne
Bitterness was buried beneath her breast
She's that tender twinkling and sparkling star
Who never saw the night before she die
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I would like to translate this poem