They presume to know me
So well, they even smile,
Only with the look of my eyes
They are lost into my lies.
They are lost,
Like locusts, they hop
Jumping into conclusions
Holding fast onto their illusions.
I pity them
Their baseless confidence
And looks of Incompitence
Only me, bears the true copy
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I would like to translate this poem