DO SING YOUR SONG TO ME!
Do sing your song to me! My eyes are in your pockets but my eyelids are on the cliff's knee. Many sparkles spring inside the sockets to flee. I filled my bucket but the water failed to make even a cup of tea. Do sing your song to me! My eyes are in your pockets and they want to see. My stockings will probably touch a haunted sea. A bee leaves its honey. Who sings a song to a bee? I know, my darling, nobody would give me my childhood's key. All this fable is a ripped pocket in which I am a pea. This honey is also a fable for its spellbound bee.
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I would like to translate this poem
But, let it be the songs of love. Nice work.