Behind those smiling eye's,
and a face that tell's lie's,
there is a sorrow deep inside,
as sure as the turning tide,
will one day be revealed,
the secret's no longer concealed,
of what those eye's have seen,
permeate's every dream,
those eye's that cry a stream of tear's,
on the inside over these year's,
turning the soul's tear's blood red,
wishing the secret's were dead,
all behind those smiling eye's,
and the face that tells lie's.
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem includes great imagery! Great poem!