Once I entered Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” into a funny application that translates whatever you enter into a bunch of different translators and translates the mess back in to English. It reads like if John Keats were a Vogon.

My heart pain, stiffness and pain, lethargy,
If they are drunk or poison opioid boring,
Empty containers at the last moment in the summer:
It does not envy their happiness,
But fortunately, in his well-being,
Number of beautiful fairy wings tree
Lights circumstances.
I and a lot of green, it’s easy to eat all summer.

Oh, the previous design!
This is the life forms on Earth through the use
Cool’d a deepening and testing facilities and the country green,
Dance, song and Provence, in the mountains of joy!
CSG is full of warmth!
In fact, Hippocrene, and not a balloon,
I dyed purple rash, so you can drink
The total collapse of the world invisible,
Dark forest are disappearing:

Fade, dissolve and quite forget
That you do not know, in the leaves
And fever struck our efforts and feelings,
I heard groans, shakes his hair a little
Paralysis when the other opaque, gray in the past,
When young people become pale and thin,
Death, ghosts in my eyes, desperate,
The total amount will be in the evening, beautiful,
Can not keep your eyes bright, love your new tree tomorrow.

Customers! Go! We do not Tank pardo more
Dionysus, but in his hands, hair and opaque,
Even misleading terms of the brain:
Now! Tender is the Night, Maybe a month
The throne of all the stars in the Fairy Queen Cluster’d
But there was no light from heaven,
Through the maintenance of depression,
Green moss, wind, winding road coverage.

I do not see my feet in the dark flowers,
Red in the soft scent, but the tables
Provide monthly fresh grass, trees and forests;
Hawthorn, rose during this period, many children from next year,
Fruit, livestock, mostly purple cover’d newspapers,
Five musk roses, drinking wine, Eva, the spirit of summer flies.

I have heard in the dark, the funds
For the love of slow death, as the ideology
Of the so-called quiet time songs to know that
We breathe the air than at any time before the death of Nyguen,
To arrive at night, no pain, if they are outside of the soul,
Into this problem! But I want to sing, I learned,
But without success, to promote one of the area.

You are birth, death, permanent bird!
No hungry generations tread, and heard voices last night,
You hear the emperor and clown:
Perhaps the song itself, also has to find a way
In Ruth um, boring, and when the family bread tears of patients,
Repeating the same frame Charm’d magic and found
A number of dangerous areas cannot let the sea foam.

However, I hope! According to Bell’s new job!
It can be a very good reason not to love and deception,
You know, instead of lying in the woods. Goodbye! Goodbye!
It is a sad country song is missing, the grass along the river,
But this time, it is an oasis of deep valleys:
It is a dream or vision of the world? Music Flight:
You can sleep, wake up, or how should I do?

earthnation:

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