Down in a hole
Where noone ever goes
Down in a hole
Where it always snows
Down on the ground
Where I will never be found
Down on the ground
Where you never hear a sound
Down in my room
Where we can scream so loud
Down in my room
Where they blacken their shroud
Down under the hill
He mourns his empty till
Down under the hill
She plays her painful trill
Down, away from here
I wait yet to be shown
Down, away from here
That this bird has flown
Down, unaware
You do not seem to care
Down, unaware
Leave us if you dare
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I would like to translate this poem
I think your car goes off the road because you're distracted from what you want to say by the need to find rhyming words.