Proudly opened wings
ready to fly away
to unknown spheres
in unknown skies
sparely packed bagages
cause where he goes there
is no need for much
there is no need for much
long journeys often take
some time to reach the end but
he will fly forever
among eternal clouds he'll fly
soaring through warm summer nights
until today one can hear him cry
June 29,2006
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soaring through warm summer nights until today one can hear him cry a lovely lancet of fear of a deer (Dear)
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I would like to translate this poem
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