The tears I cry are water. The water that come out of me is pain. I sweat water but the tears I cry hurt. I don’t now why, maybe because I was sad, or because I was glad. The tears I had cried are now in the ocean were all of the sad tears are from broken harts. The ones who were hurt will soon be healed by the ones who injured them. My tears I bleed will heal a tree or they will heal the world.
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I would like to translate this poem