Beautiful Day, If I must say, my mind is just in complete disarray,
I wouldn't pay not a quarter, to see my mind Slaughtered, all because of
a choice, such a silly, little choice.Why don't we all Rejoice, on this Beautiful Day? Why would we want this Perfect day, to sway away? Oh! How much I wouldn't pay, to stay, on this Perfect, Beautiful day.
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I would like to translate this poem
You are a gifted poet little Ivan. wonderful