| Little
|
|
Man |
|
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Sitting |
| Not
taking up |
|
Any |
|
|
Space |
| A
stone characture |
|
Without a |
|
|
Face |
| |
|
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| Snow
flakes |
|
Speckle his |
|
|
Coat |
| The
cold seems to |
|
Freeze his |
|
|
Skin |
| All
around it's quiet |
|
Hello is a |
|
|
Sin |
| |
|
|
| He
|
|
Sits |
| Waiting
for a |
|
Crowd |
| Not
to |
|
Touch |
|
|
Anyone |
| Just
wanting to |
|
Cry out |
|
|
Loud |
| |
|
|
| He
sits |
|
Eyes |
|
|
Down |
| Praying
for |
|
Someone to |
|
|
Come |
|
Someone to |
|
|
Sympathize |
| But
only |
|
Nobody |
|
|
Comes |
| |
|
|
| We
all |
|
Pass |
|
|
By |
| Or
stand on the |
|
Corner and |
|
|
Talk |
| The
crowds |
|
Pass |
| And
his world |
|
Still has its |
|
|
Lock |
| |
|
|
| Well
there he goes |
|
On his |
|
|
Way |
| They
say he's |
|
Been around |
|
|
10
years |
| Yes,
if he's |
|
Been here a |
|
|
Day |
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