Falling down...

Old lady standing in the street
Looking at snow falling down
That quickly covered her neat,
Though a very worn old gown…

The old lady didn’t seem to care
Looking at snow falling down
That she was not moving anywhere,
And she’d never have a new gown.

Why are you standing just like that
Looking at snow falling down?
Don’t you have anyone to get
You a nice and warm new gown?

“Sure, - the lady said hoarsely and bluntly
Looking at snow falling down, -
But after my children have left my country
Who cares about a warm new gown?”


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