Stop the clock
Just grab the minute
Make your world rock
Just be right in it
In just a second
This instant will fly
Out of control
Dissolve into sky
Line your pocket
With constant motion
Exploding rocket
Cause a commotion
The tear that falls
From a laughing face
Balls to the wall
Find your point of grace
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I would like to translate this poem
wow, good but odd, too 'real' for me, good though.