They laugh.
They smile.
They think the worlds okay.
All the while passing
Homeless people each day
I will not correct you.
I will not judge you.
I will not pull that wool from your eyes.
But tell me this, answer me please.
When this world has broken you, and beaten you down.
Will you still have that naivete, or will you wear a frown
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I would like to translate this poem
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