Oh little girl! What challenges face you?
Why are your eyes glazed with sorrow?
Where is your blithe smile,
May I see it in the morrow?
You upset me. What challenges face you
In your little hut? Have they hurt you?
My blood is curdled, hot
Thinking what not
You must've faced
In your little hut.
Why are your eyes glazed with sorrow?
Where is your blithe smile,
May I see it in the morrow?
You upset me. What challenges face you
In your little hut? Have they hurt you?
My blood is curdled, hot
Thinking what not
You must've faced
In your little hut.
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