Now's the time dearie
to spill the beans
tell the truth
as you see & as it seems
people tried to tell me
the ways of the world
intrigue, lies & deception
my blood curled
So i tried to play the game
a day is all i could handle
i'm not going to play
i'm going to blow the candle
i'm mustering courage
and my breath
the only answer it seems
is one word called death
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I would like to translate this poem
The last word death does not indicate the courage that comes out from the beginning. A coward dies many a death. A brave dies once.