We can't call a trouse,
coz you wasnt true,
i try to make the best,
out of this mess,
but it isnt easy,
i dont wana fight,
you didnt treat us right,
and we still lost you!
and now your gone,
i feel like,
i'm back on scratch again!
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I would like to translate this poem
nice ryming i like it it flows really well