Still
She was so poor
Come to our house
It was maidservant
Holding lunch for me who was sick
When she came to the middle school classroom,
handed it over, and went back,
my friends opened the window,
Whistled and teased
She is
He was always gentle and didn't cry
She is
She ate with us, talked and joked
nevertheless
Never could we saw her tears
the more, the more,
We valued her
One day,
She left our house and moved to a rich neighborhood where there wasn't much to do
And the years passed
we forgot her face
Carried by the Wind,
I have been heard about rumors
'She took the jewelry of the house and ran away
in the middle of the night
nevertheless
To me,
she is a good, beautiful girl,
Today, 50 years later,
I hear her songs,
I see smiling as she walks,
It is clear.
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