you stand there by the road
letting the wind blow your hair
letting birds move in free of charge
you stand there waiting
you stand there by he road
wanting to grow taller and stronger
wanting to please the ones who climb you
you stand there wishing to be more
you stand there by the road
as i look up at you, with saddness
as i walk away you want to cry
you stand there knowing the end has come
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I would like to translate this poem