As i step away,
from certainty,
and towards the unknown,
i realise some things,
one,
my heart will mend,
two,
the tears will dry,
but most of all,
three,
i will get over you
my friend why will you weep and why will you heart become mend.i think you are precious and great girl.I will give your happiness.you have right of it. bye
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I would like to translate this poem
You must be smart, youve learned a truth that alot of middle aged women still dont know, great write