'And she withers,
Her berries started to shiver
Her tears bled green endless river
She shows her purplish light up
For one more time
To sing her story, to embrace eternity
Her memories-a life so diverse
These sounds and words
shine through the darkest fields
Cause they're not only sounds and words
Once they were living dreams'
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I would like to translate this poem