Through the eyes of a looker,
Things don't seem the same,
Everything is wrong,
Everything has changed,
Through the eyes of a lover,
Things just don't appear,
Theres that one thing you love,
Then everything else isn't clear,
But we,
We all see the same things,
The sky is blue,
The grass is green,
Unless your a looker,
Or your loved or loving,
Then you might as well close your eyes,
Because right now,
Through your eyes,
Nothing can change,
Everything is the same.
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I would like to translate this poem
very deep. sorry i dont know what esle to say