She sat alone every time, with her heart strong like a stone, Her hands white with cold.
Born in the gloomy lanes Built along the shabby slums.
She never expressed her woes. She smiled with water in her eyes, Evident of the pain she endured.
People sighed at her every time she passed by, Oh! what a poor sweet little girl!
She gives back a was winning smile. But, behind those squirrels eyes and shining smiles
There lies a dark soul, cold and fragile like ice.
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