Two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assassin... who does it for fun.
Two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away...I'm done.
Two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows,
leaving only one
The world I know disappears...like the setting sun.
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I would like to translate this poem
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