The sun bids it's farewell and I look around me
It's cold, lonely and shadows surround me
The only warmth is the blood that runs in me
My only comfort are the rags I call clothes
The same clothes I will call blankets
The same blankets you call rags when you pass me
The world is heavy for I carry it on my shoulder
And every day it makes me feel a little older
The moon shines at my misfortune
But the sun will rise and that's my little fortune
And then I will smile for my pain is temporary
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