It seems that I
shall never see
That special man
that was meant for me
The only ones I
seem to find
Are filled with hate
of the cruelest kind
They were used and
abused and treated bad
Well so was I by the
men I had
They built their wall
and play their game
In their minds
I'm to blame
These wasted years
all gone by
While my hearts grows cold
and my spirits die
Knowing that I
shall never feel
That special love
I doubt is real
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I would like to translate this poem
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