A family tree...
Where does it sprout from ye?
Where be those many paths tho' lead? ...
Where be those loved, thy need?
All menbers grown like weeds...
Sprouted about like watered reeds.
Many numbered as like many breeds....
Offshoots by many with many their needs.
Planted by roots, rooted real deep...
Bloodlines have flowed, by leaps, they seap.
Scattered about be all thy seed...
May they to never, ever bleed.
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I would like to translate this poem