She sat alone, huddled,
A waif, so thin and pale,
A homeless child, ragged,
Who seemed so very frail.
Her parents had abandoned her,
She foraged on her own,
In 検索 of 食 and shelter,
She always was alone.
Her eyes were ロスト and vacant,
Her face bereft of glee,
She was the saddest little girl,
In abject poverty.
People seemed to walk right by,
Without a passing glance,
Their minds a million miles away,
Almost in a trance.
One 日 a little girl came close,
And stopped and 発言しました hello,
And offered her a cookie,
Then 発言しました she had to go.
She came again another day,
And smiled and shared her lunch,
And brought her...
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