these mountains hold
metals that adorn yours
to make you breathe easy
feel far better than next
feed your own ego; great
you never know, never know
they won't let you know
if they will, maybe you
feel pity but you look
marvelous, on your wrist
let them figure it out
cause you want the looks
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I would like to translate this poem