Actually not too off but it sounds like engrish. Wakarimasen!

They must’ve asked some fucking polite people.

Special Children Of Mind.

She has a face that it does seem to me, answer does me a certain - how I see,
Where every thing was as big as the dark blue air.
Now and then when I see her face, she take me back to that special place.
And if I look too long, I would possible fall down and cry.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, special children of mind.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, special love of mind.

She has has one eye of the most blue air,
As if it thought of rain,
I need never look in to that eye, and see a big lot of problem.
Her head I do remember like a warm fine place.
Where as a children I would come,
And ask for the wonder of the rain,
To always pass me by.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, special children of mind.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, special love of mind.

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Special children of mind.

—
I saw a travel-person from a very old land,
who said: Two very big body-parts made like mountains with no body
stand in the place with no rain. Near them, on the ground,
half under it, an old not good face lies, that never laughs
And the face-part with lines, and look of cold orders,
Tell that that the person who made it well those great loves read
Which yet live, and did mark these things with no life,
The hand that did laugh at them, and the life-heat that gave food;
And on the base, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, you Strong People, and feel small!
Nothing near is left. Round the dark old age
Of that very large old, not good, thing, clear and with no end,
The clear and plain ground goes on for a long way.

—
Next: a story all about how
My life did differ, had a complete turn
Now I will take time, so sit right there,
I will tell you all about how I was Head of Well Air
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There’s probably more.

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Have not got their head and say you made them not have their head
If you can make you think you are right, when all men do not think you are,
But make room for their way of thinking.
If you can wait, and no fall to sleep waiting.
Or be told not correct facts, do no use them.
Or be no like, do no give way to no like.
and yet no look too good, no talk like you know too much

If you can think while you sleep, and no make thinking while you sleep rule you.
If you can think, and no make think your main top thing you work for.
If you can meet very good times and very no good times
And act the same with those two no real things
If you can hear things that are real that you tell people
Turned by no good people to make a thing that stop things for people who know listen
Or watch the things you gave your life to be made no working
And make them work with things that make things

If you can make one mountain of all you own
And try and make it two times bigger in one go
But then have nothing and start again
and no talk about that
If you can make your self go on
Even When you should stop
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
a part from things in you that say “hold on!”

If you can talk with lots of people but keep your self
Or walk with people that rule, but keep walking with people that don’t
If people who like you and don’t like you don’t make you feel blue
If all men can add with with you, but no man too much;
If you can fill the minute that don’t give,
With six times ten of running
Yours is the world, and every thing in it
And, what is more, you will be a man, my sun!
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There was a young man from a country in the south
Who had nothing at all to do
So he took out his food, the colour of the sun
And put it in the back-end of his bird
And sent what came out to the place where they keep animals