The Poor Child
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الورقة الذهبية
The poor child
Playing with dust
Oblivious of it all,
Living in the shanty,
Passing his days poorly
Unmindful of joy and sorrow both
Going half-fed, half-clothed
Under heat and cold,
Rain and light
Taking to life
Which it may befall.
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