Betweens the lines we do not see
The mess and problems in thee
Life is broken and nothing is spoken
No time is giving to the ones without a soul
feed me possionous eyes
Along with your other lyes
Your tears come from pain, but why do they fall like rain
opens thy eyes and see the worlds as its ment to be
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I would like to translate this poem
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