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Those were the days I thought would never end
End –the fatal and deadly battle to lose the soul
Never to realize, after hundreds of years in war
Would rip the seed, the fruit of those who blend
Though vengeance breeds, awaits the great full
Days to fall; neither with nor without the armor
The triumphant, Alas! The fate is unto the hand
Were against time’s will is yet the morrow’s call
Those “you” and “I” is designed to be the actor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem