In shivering cold, across the road
Someone there is barely clothed,
With drawing sighs, gaze to every passersby.
By the jeer of his luck, the moaning soul thinks, how to tuck
In chill of cold, across the road
Someone there is barely clothed
The day when dip,
In cold’s grip, he sheds the tears,
in sobbing cries, prays soberly for his demise
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