I used to sit by the bay
And think,
If heaven ever exists
Life’s like a box,
Filled with
Every lock, stock and barrel,
So complicated
So congesting
So fragile
A place like heaven,
Filled the void in me,
Like a child got his candy,
I used to think
If heaven ever exist…
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I would like to translate this poem
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