Today's day,
push clouds away
unto mine eye's, say
Subtlety dies
no more cries
weary hath grown your lie
Yesterday gone
having new song
try to sing along
Think, , think, ,
give a wink
I'll clock you in fine mink
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I would like to translate this poem
And we all will ourselves to think more clearly sometimes but then sometimes the brain just ain't listening! Like this one Geoff! HG: -) x