Stir up the train for who are we to blame
folks just quit & complain
some just stay in the game;
isn't it a shame
things crossed peddles beyond
search the fabble
seek the novice
created art special adaptation game
pillows of misfortune,
dig it for order
search for a twin cupboard
love in the first degree
shape to the make believe
hallowed out the Elm wood tree
shaped to what we have to believe
shadows perched the common leaf;
love is a fashion queen....
here comes the rain,
pillows we must train
some are totally insane
take out the next train
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I would like to translate this poem