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Looking out to the pain and rain stained street
I see a little homeless girl and it's her my heart goes out to meet
She has a sad smile, and a tear and dirt streaked face
She looks into my eyes and then disappears without a trace
Maybe she was here to help me understand
That in this empty world we need to lend a helping hand
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