The consume of silence that engulf the mind the journeying of the soul with the realms of despair we pair this thought ain't it. Am my even in the thought of a conversation of words that read by eyes might capsize the reasoning of the masses. See the deal and if unwritten the composure is alike the clouds taking vast and diverse en route and course upon the vast skies. Lie of not even the birds that seem to amaze the limited gaze of eyes.
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I would like to translate this poem