They took my books
because my message was love.
They took my pen
because my words were love.
Then they took my voice
because my song was love.
Soon they'll take me too
so nothing remains.
But they don't know that when I'm gone
my love will stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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