Dream a dream
A nightmare is cold
Looking to the left
The right will unfold
Left becomes right
High becomes low
Open a door
Crawl through a window
Losing purple sight
A high pitched scream
No more falling
No more dream
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I would like to translate this poem
dude, this is good.take that word(good) and italicize it, then underline it about twenty times.