This cool night air,
speaks
Of frost. Again.
Could'nt stand.
1 minit.
In th@, Flame
Say your
Name
Say your name
Some
Moments, come.
Some, moments came.
As, Dancing,
Flames. Are,
Cruel to tame.
How.
Thur colors melt.
And look. Tha same.
High
In the starry,
Blue. Black. Pane.
And.
Say
your name. And say your name.
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I would like to translate this poem
From your fin, your pen, sharper than same