I'm not the one to get soaking wet,
By pitiful tears you leave to weep,
With a bringing that you do to my doorstep.
Cry.
Get over it.
Stand on your feet and walk.
I'm not the one to get,
Soaking wet.
Cry.
Get over it.
Stand on your feet and walk.
I can't express regret,
I left to forget.
Cry.
Get over it.
Stand on your feet and walk.
I'm not the one to get soaking wet.
So take your pity package,
and back up two steps
Cry.
Get over it.
Stand on your feet and walk.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very bold and encouraging words to not let life's circumstances get the best of you. Don't stay down and wallow in your sorrows. Get up and shake of the dust and keep moving. Good.